Like when you raise a ship and be the first to feel its butt
You can so be the victim of the beast you took from huts
You’ve smiled, made love from time you flirted
But now the eyes are open; he'll start t hurt
Hurt your feelings
What you've been through
Hurt your spirit
Destroy your living
Shatter your life and everything that has a meaning
This is the meaning of good did in the world we live in
Grown men stand for what they believe in
Not walk along blinded by their feelings
Love is the ****, the bone to cause all this killings
Life is a stinking pit in which we swimming
So don’t be surprised of the stinking' **** you see happening'
So don’t catch a piteous glance when others are drowning'
Life’s that thing
life's anything but a golden casket
Though it's a thing
Copyright © ibrahima diaby | Year Posted 2015
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