Charity
Does Not Diminish Wealth;
It Purifies It
I make it rain
for the waitress who smiles at me;
Then, I say
something that makes her feel pretty.
I make it rain
for my favorite sistuh behind the desk at the bowling alley;
Let her keep the
change from the twenty.I bowl, but I do not gamble, and I laugh at the people who play lotto.
I drive a new car, but it's not expensive; I save so that I can give.
I prefer not to
spend my money in vain;
I love to help
people; I love to make it rain!
I prefer to live
simply, so I can give, amply;
I prefer to live
my life, plain, so I can continue to make it rain.
I make it rain
for the Brothers beating on congas in the park,
Especially when
it gets close to dark.
I make it rain
for the Brothers on the corner plotting crime
(Tired of doin'
without all the time).
Before one of
them can even think about bringing me game,
I make it rain!
I make it rain
for the broken women
In front of the
grocery store -
Hands
outstretched, faces filled w/pain, begging and ashamed.
I love to see
them light up when I make it rain!
Yes, I am
addicted to putting hope back into hopeless eyes.
I stop my car
for people pushing shopping carts overflowing w/pain,
Then, I get out, and, "Surprise",
I make it rain!
When I go to the
mosque, I make prayer, then, I make it rain.
And, it seems I
can barely get out of the block
Before Allah
(S.W.A.) has given the money back to me, again.
The
Original Griot
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