These Years

Rest with these, I stress relieve

The worst of  Me

Lie and commit sins with ease

I know just who to please

I best believe

But ask for the better cause?

As it thaws

 

A lot of my brothers be undercover,

Drunk as F***,  after supper

Give them the cover, rich as f***

Riding around in hummers

with dark shades, they all come in numbers

 

Blowing cigarretes and drinking beer

living life without fear

But unlike me, They will never be so near

To a sin so clear

 

Thats why I visualize a place where I want to be

The rest be doubting

Depriving me of my destiny

We were all ment to shine the wise words of Madiba

Rest in Peace to Mandela

riggle away like propellers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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