By Jonathon “Bizz” Brown
Nobody said I couldn’t express my observations for The Fine Print through poetry. So here is a piece I put together a few months back after a series of events opened my eyes to the dangerous dynamics between business and friends.
Certain mans in certain situations are terribly misguided
certain scenes make ‘em certain they’re like I am.
Or better yet, better than and due some big favors.
Or better yet, any favor. Any question better get answered!
Now it’s their gig, with their click.
Swinging for the fences they miss the pitch.
You build not bully, then see money.
You learn then lead, then others start to believe.
Nothing is owed beyond a blink or a double take.
Too fast comin’ up and soon the money’s late.
It’s gone before it comes,
It’s worn before its hung,
It’s said before its thought and taken back before it’s bought….
In it for the gimmick, then your toys fall apart fast.
Cemented in work ethic, your foundation is steadfast.
Big heads and big eyes, but small hats and small stomachs,
miss matches and false hope puts ‘em on the ropes.
They resent who didn’t represent and plot to test the best.
Delusional requests give’em a reason to forget,
who they watched get the love and dreamed of seein’ some.
They ain’t used to taking L’s, so some defeat steals their spirit.
Livid instead of livin’ and without saying it you hear it.
Intent to suspend, the tension’s don’t relent,
frustrations contend and the targets become their friends.
Or THE friend.