Sai-ßot: Caduceus

[SAM-i-EL]

When it was sold, when it's fun to count cash.

Dead Presidents a'las, the gas, and the short fuse.

Wantin' what's new, either it's rubber or the glue.

To catch the COVID flu, but that's when ye' spirit moved.

So it's rough today, the sunrays, and the ice that shines.

What's mine is mine, no time for bros over hoes.

Thas when she caught my eye as I looked down.

So she at the baseball mound, so we then look to pitch.

Far from bein a bitch, and that what was the punch line.

Then I had a vision of her havin' what's mine.

Now time to move, no time for the the used, I want more.

And the four score, this my Civil War.

The mixed pedigree, but we catch the Bruce Lee.

Or the key to the pit, to spit hot flames.

I wonder if my man is still ashamed, and that was the picture frame.