Im a native, bred of this land, / like the kauri, i draw my mauri from the firm plant of my legs on this land,/ i see the bull-shit that influences my peers and hold my head in my hands,/ like son, wheres ya tikanga, times runnin out, and your lettin the sand,/ seap thru,/ and these rhetoric ploys beat u, /they sugar coat the lot and we all got a sweet tooth/ so the sweet outta layer of what they sayin is what we eath thru/ untill we reach, the poison that their conveyin,/ but by then its too late, coz red herrings and smoke screens is playin there part, and a form of discourse art is what their paintin,/ i chisel my own path like taurikuras journey,/ ...i neva had to trick mahuika to ensure my fires pure and burning,/ i feed on knowledge from all 3 kete for my learnings / even the one with the potential to hurt me, / because i stay prepared for all who may declare or wage war and verse me,/ but i rise above it, leapin from the sea, flyin in the skys rydin an aniwaniwa/ or else, il be in rarohenga, waiting for tumatouenga to guide us into pakanga wit the rest of his taniwha./ doits doits bleh hahaha
Posted on: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 02:06:39 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015