As the holidays draw to a close
I find more ways to buy more clothes
Too bad finances drag me back
Or the lack of, so i ain't bought jack
Always wanting stuff, yeah its a curse
To resist is tough, so i put it in verse
Don't mistake these words for a poem
They be like gangsta's threats to those who owe 'em
Cos I'm too lazy to write in prose
Organise my words put em in neat rows
As I spit this rap see how well it flows
With my thinking cap on I do it like pros
As the bass from the speakers fills the room, feel the boom
I be copping new sneakers, this habit i'll resume
-just felt like throwing up a rap
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