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AMERICAN CREAM TEAM

Poetry By: Dedrick Hilton
Poetry


Tags: Shoot, For, Dreams


going for yours


Submitted:Apr 7, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


New York is the mind frame new year New state ain't a damn thing change. My man just came home , I hit him on the phone lets touch down we grown men now through with living foul, to old to run wild , so lets change our flow topic of conversation is about doe, we relocated out of Ny to a state where people live slow and they don't talk about doe. We're grown men ready to open our own business and put our names on the map, me working all my life for the man , picture that. I have a college degreebut don't want to be an employee , see I'm trying to establish that old money, fuck short cheese that shit can't provide for my family.

My woman stay bugging me for Gucci I just lay in the cut looking like she's crazy I got a business head I'm trying to break bread with my boys , I want to say grandma look at what I did, open my own business and I'm feeding my kids , If I fail its on my terms not because my boss wants to act like a worm. My folks and I are trying to spit bars , free ourselves from bars, our minds done past the hood we talk money,were not from the woods . Soul survivors financial climbers reality rhymers. We get down pound for pound American cream team, living our dreams no longer a fantasy, if you not feeling me don't fuck with me cause I'm not soft and sweet I'm a Hilton boy play for keeps. The only thing that can stop me is me , my MONEY has no since of humor cause my money not funny.

We're ready to eat my boys are hungry like the belly of the beast, were thuging the business like 93, Westchester county steak knives and a fist full of anger , don't get it twisted I wasn't a jerk just a young brother willing to put in work. This day and age a 9 to 5 is not guarantee to keep you and your family alive, work isn't work and a college degree doesn't promise work. The goal is to maintain we been at it for a while half of you momma boys couldn't walk a mile in my shoes we done paid our dues i made major moves while you was laid up like a baby on snooze.





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