A Tyler Perry Episode, A Pen In A Robe

I write those Tyler Perry episodes, epic poetry a pen in a robe, giving life to a piece of paper, while walking the run way, while photographers pop photos, while thy words perfectly pose, while every person in the crowd at thy feet threw a rose, thy verbs are more precious than gold, I watched the air explode, then I washed your brain, then dry cleaned your soul, Satan tryna figure me out, so he watches my thoughts through my nose, even though I would like to, I don’t need to sit on Oprah’s or Ellen’s couch to be exposed, got Donna Karen pouring me wine, while she designs my clothes, Marc Jacobs owes the IRS, so his Bentley getting towed, just brought a Rolex -n- a Hublot from him, one in white -n- the other rose gold, just spent 200,000 for a Benz, please close the door -n- turn up the heat, for the world’s so cold, thy conscience talking to me day dreaming, remembering while the pilot was lit, I use to pour water down the stove, my moms chasing me around the house in a robe with cornrows, whipping my ass with the metal part of the water holes, I shouldn’t had f*ck with her stove, I had to write 200 times with a swollen eye -n- a bloody nose, now I’m 37 year old with 7 kids of my own, now my daughter go to Howard off drugs being sold and my lawyer’s son for he won my case, that’s how his son got to go, looking at a picture of Angela Davis with her fist in the air, sporting an afro -n- black leather coat, my record f*cked up, but I can own my own company -n- pay taxes, but can’t vote, never thought I would see a Black President, but I did -n- so did my kids, my daughter went to Sidwell -n- Friends, so she got to play soccer with one of the Obama kids, only difference is the Secret Service protects him-n-them, FBI boys monitor my sh*t -n- follow my kids -n- binocular watch my crib, tryna figure out what I’ve done or what I did to live the way I live, for I am too a Black President, for my house is white -n- surrounded by a black fence, I cut the air on -n- they can still hear my conversations through the vents, for that money sh*t get intense, for instance they both invented sh*t, but Benjamin Franklin on that dollar bill -n- Benjamin Banneker jus made  a lot of sense, which taught me to own my own sh*t -n- get rich off what I invent, C-WOPAE, Creative Writings of Passion and Emotions, I write these Tyler Perry episodes, epic poetry a pen in a robe, giving life to a piece of paper, while walking the run way, while photographers pop photos, while thy words perfectly pose, while every person in the crowd at thy feet throws a rose, thy verbs are more precious than gold, now the air explode.

A billion sold like a                                                            
Tyler Perry episode                                               
-N- I didn’t need Oprah                               
Or Ellen to get exposed                                                 
Thy words perfectly posed
Thanks for the rose.

Cee-wop-pay
C-WOPAE
Creative Writings of Passion -n- Emotion
This what I write