My Worth (The Do-Write Anthem)

My Worth (The Do-Write Anthem)

If I reduce myself down to a dime
I sell my one in a million short to spit on my shine

Real men dont carry pockets of loose change
So why would I coin myself loosely to a broken lame

The nine I carry on my face

Reign from clouds dat rain coils of platinum encased

Pure gold is not a treasury of the U.S. 

Neither is the embodiment of my valued chest

Priceless with no tags to measure

Immeasurable treasure, coins purchase generic plastics and pleather

Purebreds are secured, locked, and keyed

Redeemed with specially crafted deeds

My worth is bigger than anything your bank deposit ever posted

Steeper than the tonsils in the chick certified deep throated

Coated with more than stainless steel

More moving than the roll on a wheel
More precious than the emotions laced in any poem

More structured than the bones that construct any form

I am too expensive to cash in with cotton sacks
Or to be compared to a comparison that emulates a dead fact
I'm more precious to me than my pride is proud to be black

The size of my prize has no common value, to recap, no dime or coin can define my estimated stack