So,
"Why do we work so hard?" "Why!?"
After Uncle Sam gets his cut and we pay our bills
we barely have enough to get by.
"The mo' we make, the mo' he take."
That's what mom wonders at son's wake.
Son had a j o b...the illegal kind.
So it was only a matter of time
before he was suited for a casket.
U see, son had to much pride to drop fries
or pack a grocery basket.
Son had it goin' on, when he was alive.
Now from below his soul hears his mom cry,
"Why u do this to me?" "Why!?"
Finally he realize...
NOTHING IS FOR FREE
"Nothing Is For Free"
by DL "1LOVE" DAVIS
for 1LOVE POET SOCIETY
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