I wrote a new poem...want to hear it? 

Don’t look at me like that.

Don’t look at me like you are all high and mighty.

I take people places that they never would have been able to go

Sure I get people hooked on my stuff…SO!

But when you grow up, poor and become an adult poor

What am I supposed to do?  I am just trying to survive

Love?  Yo, it cures a lot of things.

But love doesn’t put food on my table,

Love doesn’t pay the mortgage

When I tried to put love in my gas tank…?

Guess what?  I still was on E.

There ain’t no Shell Love stations on my block,

But I find enough people slanging rock.

So I gotta do what I gotta do to get full, ya’ understand?

They say that America’s has one of the

Cheapest gas in the world.

In London gas is like 15 bones. 

Do I look like I care about London? 

I live in America.  And right now the US of A

Has gas too pricey for my living standards.

All I am doing is giving people an option of another high.

Another reason to get by.

And who’s the brain that thought of putting television

At all the gas stations…as if we don’t get enough of that poison,

Like we are all addicts and can’t live a second without finding out what’s going to happen on “Heroes” next week.

When I gotta sit there and watch NBC at the pump

While I am shelling out 300 dollars a week in my tank

It makes me want to go gastrotic on a gas clerk.

You know what pushed me over the brink?

When late one night, I went to Mobil on an empty tank

I couldn’t drive another mile, I was tired,

I was frustrated, I was broke. 

The sign didn’t even give a price for gas,

It just read “TOO EXPENSIVE FOR You, nigga.”

What!!! I ran inside and put a gun to the attendant head.

‘GIVE ME 20 DOLLARS ON PUMP NUMBER 4

AND A BAG OF CHEETOS”

I flipped out.  I couldn’t live another day like this. 

I had to do something for me….FOR US.

It’s not my fault.  I was dealt this hand.

I found out that Venezuela has gas for 39 cents a pop.

It gave me and idea.

I went to Iraq.

I bought a gang 100% pure petroleum and smuggled it back.

I cut out Bush as the middle man

So I could sell my supply cheaper, man.

I called my stash BP Black Petro. 

Or Bomb Price or Babaylon Propaganda

You heard of grass, well, I got that gas,

What you need a nickel bag, dime bag, or a full tank?

I sold gas weed for 2 dollars a gallon.

And everyone went crazy for it.

I became the candyman, a straight up natural gas slinger,

Petro peddler, A fuel fronter, call me the gasoline godfather

I’ll have your ride zonked out on the best

I had the cleanest oil on the streets.

And I ain’t talking that 87 stuff. 

My dope was pure 92 premium, baby.

I changed the game.  Soon SUV pedaling Gas addicts

knew who to come to if they wanted to get buzzed

off the fumes of my happy dust.  I had speed freaks

flying down the highway high.  Don’t blame me. 

If it wasn’t me, someone else would have thought of it.

People are happier now.  Road rage is down by like 60 percent.

Hybrids became extinct.

The Crips and Bloods declared a truce at the Arco Station

At the corner of Florence and Normandie.

All because people could ride miles with smiles.

The gas pusher.  So, don’t look at me like that. 

It ain’t my fault if you get addicted.

I’m helping America.