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I saw and heard you scheme as I touched my dream
Wrung my clouds of doom with a warm sun beam
How could you be so mean, you’ve not opened your eyes
Are you blind to happiness because the colours too bright
Does being what you’ve become give you utmost delight
An A class brat who cut class in the school of life
You just a rug rat trying to poison my mind
From under me hoping I’ll join you blind
You’re my peeps and yeah I love you fam
But you’re the definition of black sheep of the fam
Your mind is colourless I think it needs a tan
Your losing your respect better hold it down
Militant sheep buying friends talking hard
Drunk on street wisdom you need to leave that bar
Hard work and ambition got you where you are
But diligent ignorance is physically killing your star
I’m not blinded by any charm and that’s the reality
Our stars got our own galaxy a spiritual parity
We fresher than lemon scent stronger than aniseed
Smells like heaven sent not fostered in vanity
Hurtful words you said had me tripping
Many rounds of bullets hit me
But this one thing I’ll stick with
You need to find your way
Spoken: I don’t know what you think your achieving or why this is happening, its getting on my nerves but still, I got more to say on this one,
Why your being how you’ve been bamboozles me
You’ve been fishing to be fly couldn’t find the wings
Don’t you know fly fishing is banned with me
I’m grounded like pepper my flavours bringing the heat
The flavours fuller in the slow cooked meat
You be playing to a gallery of empty seats
Your games will backfire between your teeth
So I’ll take a moment to quote Talib Kweli
Perception is deception without the facts you keep guessing
For the image in your mirror aint no reflection
Humility was the compass but you lost direction
Now Viagra for maturity wouldn’t even erect you
I walked off the beaten track left pavements still drumming
Trying to find my way back with humility humming
Your gums got more stamina than a Kenyan runner
You used to have substance now I’m having to rummage
Your hearts cold, more frozen than Siberia
Got the temper of Nigerians need to liberate like Liberian
My mind is serious cos I’m playing for keeps
You all hyped up as more brainy than me
You studied in London I was in the north east
But we got the same grade in bachelors degrees
You walked into your career you think your better than me
My time is coming better get your watch set for me
Hurricane blessing like you’ve never seen
Hurtful words you said had me tripping
Many rounds of bullets hit me
But this one thing I’ll stick with
You need to find your way
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Posted by poetic7 on 2008-06-27 06:39:12 | Rating: | Views: 70
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