Have you taken inventory lately?
Of what’s real
Of what’s fake
Of what shoulda never been up in there in the first damn place?
I speak not just of things
People is inventory too
Real ones be out of stock
like a shirt
like a shoe
Sometimes you gotta clean house first
Give some shit the boot
Throw out an old thing or two
Like that fling that never ever really
Those new friends that be too-new-to-be-true friends or
Your own folk, kin
The kin that never was even yo friend
When the inventory is low
It’s time to reorder, time to replenish
All of your self and all of your shit
No more junk, no more shit that don’t last
That load don’t get no lighter ’til you take out that trash
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