when shadows dream

i dream one day of striking it rich

taking the hard work and creativity of others

and branding with my own trendy label


i’ll tell others they can make it if they want it bad enough

and kick them down in the very same breath


i’ll use my wealth to buy myself

all the drugs, hoes, and cars i could ever want

say “fuck the world” and i’ll do it too

leave the rez in the dust like i never knew

who i was, am, or ever will be


see, they say money corrupts

but poverty does the same

surviving or thriving is all a game

you can play the cards you’ve been dealt

or drop the ones up your sleeve


we see what we want

but they don’t see me

just a pallid reflection of our former selves

casting the shadow of reality


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