Control Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Limits get tired and old
when you want to take control
If you are too honest, you're considered heartless
I'll speak my mind regardless
No matter the market
I'll finish what I've started
pretty sights like vacationing in Paris
and I've checked into the Hilton
You know it's a superstar when walking into the building
I'm looking like money and i'm worth a couple trillion
you wouldn't know nothing, 'cause you don't know just how i'm feeling
Everyday that I wake, I make about a pretty killing
when you hustle so hard, shoot a better deal than what you're dealing
you are going to get tired and just would like to chill in
I got something I want to say
I'm going do it my own way
and I ain't listening to corporate
they ain't trying to hear my shhhh
I want that and i'll get it for myself
do your thing 'cause you looking fresh as hell
Play the violin cause this is farewell
broken out of a media created shell