Who’s the Navy Bean today?

I’m looking towards the future and I can see it clear and plain.
I’m putting in the work to increase the skill capacity of my worth;
my moves are cellophane.

You could call me vain, but I’d only argue that you’re a lot like me.
With all that you’re doing in your life to not live trife?
I wouldn’t label that vanity.

To prepare for the future is to operate within sanity. That’s you and me, main.
Show your hand; how do you plan to lead your band? Make your intentions cellophane.

It’s Monday morning again. I arose with no hidden agenda.
The week is young and Omarosa still has her gun.
In media wrestling, she’s no beginner.
The Whitehouse is really hoping to pin her
to the mat
for being a Republican and being Black.

But what I’m finding is that Blacks are familial pansies.
They may not like Omarosa much, but heck! She’s still family.

She’s making her rounds
sharing receipts via audio sound.

Omarosa is out making waves.
She’s dirty, yet quite cellophane.

Have you heard?

I’m looking towards the future and with my pen, I’m shaping reel.
I’m looking at the people; they’re looking to the hill.

The Whitehouse is piping hot, like tea and looks like it’s about to spill.
I really thought I’d craft a fictional piece, but I’m heavily leaning towards the real.

Life. It is but a necessary game.
It must be played – the consequences are made.
People pretend to be cellophane

until the legend becomes a fact.
Omarosa has audiotapes and folks, that is that.

Whether it proves any leaders to be in the damnation of wrong, is yet to be heard in any direct frame,
I’m Qui
Good Monday morning to thee, avoid miscalculated pains. Live like a Vegas dealer; live cellophane.

Trying to walk back loose-conversation is confusions reign.