Poetry: Jack & Coke

Out on the road, you better pay me what I'm owed
Micro to phone, leave the small talking alone
Nights in the zone, checking out, leaving my home
Flights in the morn, red eye, believe me I'm stoned

Take your pick, I'm chasing it, with Jack & Coke
I keep an eye on Jack, so he don't Jack all my Coke
Broke is not an option, hanging on to a rope
All of this dirty money, someone pass me the soap



I aimed for success, and it fell right in the scope
Note to self, this girl is hot, judging the way her face look
I can read her expression, I could've sworn she was a facebook
Read between the lines, surely you will find



That there's more than meets the eye
 9 to 5, daily grind, dreams of living in a loft
I got my feet on solid ground
There's no way that I can fall off