This here pocketbook ain’t for free and it darn sure ain’t for sale
This pocketbook belongs to me
I OWN it – can’t you tell?
If a man wants to dig on me – He must earn his keep
All I want to see is: Receipt! Receipt! Receipt!
You want to touch this pocketbook?
It’s gonna cost ya!
You want to see this pocketbook?
Well see, there’s a charge for that too!
You got to pay to play – even for just a lookie loo
I’m no hooker, jezebel nor prostitute
My pocketbook holds mostly, peace, love & truth
But I gotta see proof before I even believe you
With cash on delivery – occasionally
Because fair exchange ain’t never been no robbery
To gift me with your presence, loyalty & solidarity…
Ensures you a lifetime of equal reciprocity
You want to stick your nose in my private affairs…
The cost is heavy and I don’t share!
This here chick don’t give up no skins – certainly, not my purse
My prize possession, my divine collection!?
No sir – pay ME first!
This pocketbook don’t belong to you
I hold the purse strings – You deposit the truth
And to those that think they run My shit
Please remember this:
I AM that chick!
So never forget…
This… is…. MY… shit!
© 2017 ~Jnaha~
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