Poetry · Writing

Brand Name

Everything we think we love

it ain’t nothing but a brand name.


Such a soul, sold it the other day

this right here is hand-made

pump out four a day

but everyday

we love love

like it didn’t kick our fuckin’ ass

just yesterday you were a fuckin’ mess

called twice picked you up at a pub

hopin’ not to make the twenty-seven club.


Still hear that alarm

daggers through the drums

sellin’ our self market our flow

to everyone else

just nothin’ but a brand name

just to get a taste of class fame

it’s to tame such a shame

walkin’ the path to reclaim my first name

the lords baby

a righteous little maybe.

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