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I talk within the frame of my thought, I eat within frame of my ability, I 
go to school within the call of education

The language in the streets enshroud me to the shoulder of a singer 

The crack of my feet on the ground with my feet stamps signed the effects of 
the  long journey I have been taking 

The road to success is a slopping, but I managed eclipsed it with total 
focus

I remember the boulevard roads from the day one I smelled the wind in my 
world 

I never give such thought to talk star. I poet the lines with the sound of 
personification

I built my thought to mountains of Trembling fingers with curled hair

I living in my imagination, I wasn't dare to be distracted from the ponder 
of education

The looks of the lemon salivates my tongue, to the brewed of coffee in the 
morning 

I'm  addicted to my thought, Um! Um! he groans within wisdom in his calories

 He ditch to flinch the fog through the trash that tall his ambition

Mum middle her kids, while dad sleeping in his shallow box where no amount 
wealth can will him to salvation like King Solomon

I couldn't understand, why my dad dug hole so early to helm the rim of his 
kids behind with single mum at the edge of wearing  the gown of 
responsibilities upon that tiny brain 

The kids crippled with no option except opting in towns and cities wanting 
to dribble remittances to the wooden house under the boulder

 He lynches the hurdles from his Oceans of struggling like boiling water in 
the morning 

His ideas met with pain but his smile shall dwell in heaven 

As fate is weapon designed to fight poverty within the frame of my thought, 
it will rain with prosperity.

 The frosh of imagination is the fruit of my labor where I coined the truth with colorful look.

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