How Much Is Enough?

I’m waiting, but you refuse to do as your told.
You’ve got it easy, gas in your car, food on your plate, and a warm house when its cold.
Despite of, I continue to Bless you.
That night you woke up coughing, the Devil tried to take you.
I breathed into your lungs.  I claimed you.
You need a little bit of struggle to appreciate what you have.
Tests failed each day with the answers instilled, maybe you need half.
I give you so you can give too.
Read my Word, you bless others, I bless you, it’s true!
A job and everything you need.  I sustain your life.
But your focused on a lifestyle, how to get it. What’s your price?

I would quit my job for the right price.
A lotto ticket away, I could change my life.
Trying to save one dollar from every hundred I made got my mind racing.
Back and forth, trying to achieve something different, I’m pacing.
Willing to risk it all.
Flip, re-up, flip, re-up again, and quit right before the fall.
It’s the easy way out, but you see, “The way my bank account is setup…”
I’m tired of paying 2% of my income to overdrafts and minimum balance fees, I’m fed up!
Home brought lunch, some see it as a perk.
A necessity when I have enough gas just to go to and from work.
Red lights I idle in neutral, trying not to burn too much gas.
Trying to ignore the outside rattling of change in a plastic cup of the man that walked passed.
I’m going to act like I don’t see him.
Reach for something in my car.  
At the end of the day, he’s going to get in his car, I don’t believe him.
One million dollars is all I need to stop my strife.

Twenty-five cents made last hour and I have a red light coming in seven more seconds.  
I’ll have enough for a cup of coffee from an angel sent from Heavens.
God-sent, he can lessen the presence of the wind on my cup wielding hands.
White car, blue-collar value, black man in designer brands, he’s got to give me a chance.
Shake my cup louder, but he might have music playing.
Eye contact.  Shifting weight from one foot to the other, he saw me swaying.
He’s reaching, he might have something.  Anything.
I just need enough to keep me warm.  Not even to eat.
My mouth haven’t touched food in three days on these streets.
Stomach touching my back.  One more day on these feet.  I can’t change a thing!
Come on brother, you know the struggle, I got 5 more seconds with this light.
I know you see me.  Thick white exhale in this wind, I’m just trying to end this fight.
It’s all good, I see you trying to ignore me shaking my cup.  
That quarter tank of gas you have is my worth!  I would if I could, but I’m stuck!
May God continue to Bless you.
Ease your heart brother.  Pass no judgment, this can happen too.
Just like you, I used to want a million dollars;
But now all I need is one dollar.

Arch1tekt™