AS A POET ////I THOUGHT ALOT BEFORE I PUT THE PEN DOWN LIKE FOUR DAYZ AGOi am with it seen it and held it i hold it,following no ones shadow there would never be another me regular as wars in our hearts down there,no sunshine in there full of unworthy struggle little brainz..but we won fights that gave us extra large gutz as the black sun goes down the golden hillz no need for gunz,why carry weaponz of death? while i cant lead two lives of same,meaning in one way i test the two let me have another life as this one sweeps with it my painz and agony and in the missery of un appeased anger ,,.i have let go of wrong times and let thoughts fly with this mariwana smoke i have built a podium hoping the lord would hear me speak when i was righteous/.he called me sunshine .great lights ahead from this light i bring i am born a black kid that mid-wive at Iva valley saw me through coming into earths wayz SUNSHINE for the lightz i bring no illussion,coz after all lies the truth remainz my strenght and the truth is in my mane,on my head plus my mother poured the truth into my head i know the truth that stands firm as my mountainz picking flies of my eyes squeezing pimples off my face living on the streetz didnt make me tough,i am tough coz i know myself nomatter how the wind brushes my mane nothing changes my knowledge of self now i am called sunshine...,,,SUNSHIN
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 11:23:42 +0000
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