"The Goods"

"The Goods"

Written by Chi Money

he was born Victorious, yeah.. that was actually his name

grew up the hometown hero where his whole family was raised

magically became, a maverick in the game.. of both life n sports

threw spirals wit the slightest force, n mind was bright of course

was an all star QB, who wouldnt pass on runnin like a half back

he had all The Goods, so it seemed there was nothin he was bad at

so were some jealous of his math skills? you prolly would wonder

but oddly the others, would praise him like he was godly wit numbers

which in a way made em stay over qualified, for any job that he pleased

who in their right mind would swap a degree, for a mop n some keys

that'll lock up his dreams..

　

cuz now he has elegant ways, of displaying his intellegent ways

planned to be President, n be greeted by "your excellence", wait..

he would still wrestle the weight, of the devil's restraints

but developed a strength, that put hell n its rebels in a hell of a place

as knowledge is power.. preachin his word, he would prophet for hours

that power was the obvious founder, that led him to profit from powder

and the relevance was eery, in college was a chemist wit a theory

would sell meth to methodists, just to get dead presidents, which clearly

sealed his fate, behind steel grid gates, n couldnt appeal a real debate

so still he ate, those meals he hates, from these greezy filthy plates

see why? *rewinds* lets reel the tapes..

　

was so in debt could box his bills while fightin for a dollar, shit

granted he was livin, but was still dyin for a scholarship

so when push came to shove, he was pushin a whole gang

had the goods in the dope game, in the hood sellin cocaine

overlooked was his own brain.. even though he stood tall

wit a 4.0 gpa, n was the best around to throw a football

while his reflections, hit the smith n wesson his fist was clenchin

he knows he must of missed a lesson, n would never get elected

cuz he was runnin for office, sellin lies under the table

offered an escape til he became like one wit the angels

cuz his way of thinkin, paved the streets in.. tasteless treason

til faith then reached his, place of peace, by the grace of Jesus