The Booth

(Verse 1: Booth Owner)

 

Hey my man giving me a stare

I couldn’t help but notice you standing over there

Seems like you care of my appliances here

Would you come over and take a glance over here

The prices are tuned and are really fair

Handcrafted to the best that I can share

You remind of my father, the way you handle your affairs

Would you care for a pear or something else here

Something for you millionaires? I’ve came prepared

If you pass upon this you should beware

Cuz no other person makes it like these with my care

 

It’s more of a tabernacle not a stall

No religion inside or involved at all

I know it’s condense and pretty small

But that’s because it’s in the middle of the mall

If you wanna take off and just ball

Ignore me because of currency flaws

We got the incense for you all

Welcome to the artery of the mall

 

(Verse 2: Buyers perspective)

 

You ain’t pretty enough to make earn my pennys

You can keep it tucked away or stop looking at me

I got what you have, the diamonds and rubies

Now if you have a conversation about some change

I’ll take the job and run the whole place

Not a single flaw or an outstanding prob’

Only thing I ask is that you keep away the blogs

I don’t like when I’m online for folks to stalk

Regular people even hate the mall cops

They surround themselves around a kiosk

Hiding from the law, you’re another ant inside the mall

 

(Verse 3: Booth Owner perspective)

 

I got incense for 10 cents, I’ll give you it all

I’ll lower the price so you choose them all

Nobodies inferior to someone when they in the mall

You are not the centre of an applause

Were secretly involved in a government cause

This is where souls evolve

In the systems of the mall

 

(Verse 4: buyers perspective)

 

Force is factor used by weak men

Who can’t persuade unless threats are made then

A manipulative game the booth man plays

I got incense for free in my churches veins

But when your eyes glitter I see some begging

That’s a turn off me, so I’ll keep walking

But before I part and I gotta recommend

You don’t linger your scent onto other men

To purchase your things for a couple of cents

It’s a mysterious way, why God allowed slaves

Jesus Saves, but I know not everyone see the way

But hey, sometimes a path is what you’ve made

You need to separate yourself from the begging trade

 

(Verse 5: second booth owner perspective talks to the buyer)

 

There’s a man that lays in his alms

Hey brother could stop and just talk

I got somethings for you to see

I got a nice jewel that can sit inside your palms

You shouldn’t deny, instead join us in the mall

“I’m alright, bro, I got a watch on”

Well, pardon me