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Surviving Pawn Poem
They claim to have brought us out of Egypt
But never have I tasted the fruits of thy promised land
Was it really necessary for a democratic plan?
Or they just still experimenting on me?
Freedom cry has not fulfilled my expectations
But at least it's a weapon they fear in the streets
I wonder men who brought us independence,
Forever remain our only celebrated heroes.
So sad they even own jewelry stores,
Knowing that I'm their only mine
Who am I....
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Surviving Pawn Poem
Hello Indiana,
You beautiful like Ariana
Do you smoke Marijuana
It feels nice like you in Havana
Could we be like Dolce and Gabbana
Imma turn you into a star like Tatiana
Take you for a trip in the Savannah
I go make your dreams come true like Hallelujah
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Surviving Pawn Poem
Hope I'm the only one you call beb
Every time you go to bed
Keep it low-key with them blues
Or listen to my lyrical bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you bae
You pretty thick with some big booty
I love everything 'bout your body
Go put on your bikini
Lemme take you out to the beach
Bang you hard from the bay
With no sweeting in its coastal breeze
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Surviving Pawn Poem
She appeared she was lost
When I found her on the spot
To our memories, I proposed a toast
Guess I became her very best
She was beautiful miss moonlight
Her face glowing like candlelight
With a bright face full of delight
She was so amazing like the twilight
Memories still valid
She was beautiful, miss Violet
She was pure and I verified
But her intentions I victimized
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Surviving Pawn Poem
My spirit is broken down
But still I'm shouting reject
Hope all that Gen-Z has
Everyday praying for better days
Oh God of all creation
Living standards is beyond our means
Everybody is preaching peace
But there's no peace in the ghettos
No justice for Liberators
True soldiers six feet beneath
No Tom and Jerry plays in the streets
Mr. Leader better be real
So many mouths to feed
Ghettos can't even pay them bills
Poverty truly a disease
See hoodlums turning into goons
What happened to your manifesto
I wonder is democracy in your freewill
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Surviving Pawn Poem
What if,
We all strangers travelling the same road
What if,
We all desperate souls trapped in our own existence
What If,
We just lost and found beings
What if...
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Surviving Pawn Poem
From the days
When we was faded
From the days
When we denied our reflection on the mirror
From the days
When our spirit was feeding on our souls
From the days
When we deepened our pain in salvation that somehow, we would arise in multitudes and rejuvenate with grace such that we would proclaim that we are redeemed.
From the days
When we was angered and caged with rage that someday we would stand on stage and introduce the chapters of our page
From the days
When we cold with remorse
From the days
When we was desperate, but with hope
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Surviving Pawn Poem
Man, a Rasta
Screw them Babylon
No more bondage
I and I guidance
Zion my portion
Selassie my saint
Roots my culture
One love my anthem
JAH RASTAFARI
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Surviving Pawn Poem
Mistakes
Mistakes
Mistakes
How many times
Am I gonna keep on making mistakes
Yesterday it felt real
Today it seems a mistake
How is it even possible
Wrong decision-
Keep chasing my destiny?
My fate in life is clear
But my path is uncertain
I wonder even if
My kind is rare
When shall circumstances be fare
For the chances I dare
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Surviving Pawn Poem
What if
I say I'm in love with you
Will your instincts trust my feelings?
What if
I choose to fall for you
Will you be loyal till I die?
What if
I decided to ride or die with you
Will you promise to have my back?
What if
My feelings for you die
Will you still kiss me goodbye?
What if
I don't live to see tomorrow
Will you shed a tear when I'm gone?
What if...
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