Man Is Not An Age But a Rate
In life,pride is the power to ride on death
It cost no cent to get on your knee
To fade the joke and burry the man boldness
To wash away the age and pack away the sex
And say sorry when needed to.
A man is not a body with beards and broad chest
Coz goats too have beards and still fools
It's being one of wise decision making
And living what you truly need to
Coz none is an exception.
We miss jewels coz we fear being though desperate
We miss goal coz we fear being thought hustlers
And never see an open door to Palace
Coz we look much at the shut slum door
Even fruit trees are seasonal and so is life
It's good to look foolish and listen
To get on knees,hands up for them to handcuff
To put arms down and turn your head back
Coz it's not giving up
Rather growing up.
Courtesy of ©Kagz
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