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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475935" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Green Ranger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=475935" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Traveling throughout the world people see the sky lights <br>Making ‘em wanna spend their nights with the very high life<br>I wrote/ this one more time for all my other green rangers<br>That discovered that daft punks in their pockets means danger<br>Those/ concrete battlefields left a marathon behind me<br>Back/ when my trust my guts and my lust would just blind me<br>I/ almost folded/ strangers called me origami<br>But now my money clips can gun ‘em down like I was Tommy<br>Probably/ could’ve spent my days getting wet down by the harbors<br>Or with them on the steps/ buzzed and faded like a barber<br>Instead I got it crackin’ and I did a line that’s smarter<br>I wanted to see myself/ and my evergreen grow taller<br>Back/ then I made my beats using just a beat box<br>Trying to stack my paper/ like my name was Xerox<br>Now I’ve got more classics than Mozart and Reeboks<br>And my songs have got you hooked like Peter Pan in detox <br>While/ they were making hits leading them to felonies<br>On chain gangs in the heat/ dressing up like referees<br>I was out on a mission for cheesecake and celery<br>To gross that Benjamin Franklin green without the jealousy<br>Now I’m embracing first places/ collecting the faces<br>They still sit and their hatin’ the envious are runnin’ in<br>But lot of these pennies won’t learn, they won’t learn<br>That the money I earn won’t burn/ so come again</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=P.R.+Prosper">P.R. Prosper</a></strong></div>