This is a township/
where kids await the raindrops
for shower/
their bodies paintings, of
sorrows
Teenage girls are mothers/
drug abuse and gangsterism are
street languages/
surrounding scattered like an
abandoned dumpsite
This is my home/
where violence is no
stranger/
waking up to the sound of palava
like drum beats
Teenage boys are fathers/
where parents and children reunite
at nightclubs/
This is my home/
where the streets sleep naked/
rape is a celebrity
Water floods our homes/
corruption is a beautiful first
class citizen/
Dreams are aborted babies
The air isn't safe/
we're afraid of inhaling &
exhaling/
maybe we lost our love to
our descendants
Life through the dust
Hard labor through the concrete jungle
Manifest by the powerful dictators.
Empty promises, eating there own words.
Children walk through the dark with knifes.
Hoodlums, youth gangsterism Glares.
Civilization rant, harlotry blooms.
Online brothel, living borrowed time.
Great potential turning to invalid rascals.
Ho! Life through the dust
Manifest by the powerful dictator
Government disarray, kleptocracy reign
Embezzlement dazzling, job devoid
Poverty booms, murder. Violence, the air stench
terrorism stares, Religious scandals
Blood splits dyed the society
The gentle dusty-wind doth moves
Large population lived in slum
Poor health standard zoom
Silently, hiddeness, soul perished
The bigwigs consume from the bane of other
The one who make their home besides our ribs
Life through the dust snare.
The truth is lost, We fall to dust.
"Beauty & The Beast"....
Our different up bringing, the social status says hell no,
the body chemistry, the man in me says yes yo,
it's fo'sho, I've caught her vapors and me she's feelin',
the negative whispers, plus about her parent situation, they be illin',
opposites do attract, on those facts we should be chillin ',
so tell your parents to off, ya'ridin' wit da villain,
she said, "fo'realin", if you want me, the gangsterism has to cease,
she's a square trying call shots, storytellin' beauty & the beast,
with the pen I release, flowin the truth from a troubled youth,
beauty was the only thing good and pure, could I pull off the coup,
not being in the preppy loop, keepin' it thuggy, rough & rugged,
on the down low the thugness makes her hot, danger she dug it,
we get hugged up, it's so ed up that we gotta hide and sneak,
It's a sexy sensual manifestation, when your making love on the creep,
thinkin' of her on money moves, makes my concentration weak,
I always hit my peak with her, storytelling beauty & the beast....
RaymontG
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