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Maybe see a better view of those we seek to defend,IRC-38-1988 - Download as PDF File (.pdf), Text File (.txt) or read online. They can write their wrongs from right- instead of sleep in a pen. So if one can't give a helping hand, at least give them a pen. You can't seek to decline, the stones we dig in this mine, anglo american - smart on the inside - afro intelligent -Īfrica for Africans but many still lacking with relevance,back to whose better then? I'm more like a young myself I'm my Prime - God created the straight line and you can't twist his design. Time with serenity I long to define, as flawless as Graded Diamonds as Seasoned as Wine! No disrespect to the Undergods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog.Ī quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome. So I melt my thoughts, put em on raw paper-īuilt this city already, you can't make what. London Metal Exchange - Copperbelt's the Melting Pot. Yes we yearn for that loot but in God we trust.
Speak loud but you'll always be just under us Trianglelate -Evangilate - circle circumference. Leave traces on all surfaces, we know what our purpose is. I’m just trying make a change – so I’m living my life, my life, living my life – after all the things I’ve been through I’m just living my life, my life, living my life. This life has ups and downs – its like a see saw – like a blind man – blinded at midlife wish he could see more, my lifes not a shipwreck wish it could Sea More – My birth was a big bang hold the bomb like C4. My life has seen happiness and Im trapped so I stay wrapped with this – red lights like traffic is - its life I got a knack for this – the only tragedy in life would be for me lose self respect and to miss even just half of bliss… Life’s long road and on this journey on - I’d rather be home alone…
I will never be a stepping stone, many have stumbled their way down – mistook my stool for a throne/ I will not pretend, even your beauty equated to goal posts I will not defend So am I still a friend? Or just a pawn on your chess board a means to an end/ In the day my lifes an action movie, written by colleagues directed by the pursuit to move me – In the night my lifes a romance – tip toe on digital floors asking for one more dance/Ĭause my hearts been bounced and dribbled, I have done the same to renounce the amount of scribbles/įresh Chapters, recite ciphers cause I have battled life and killed wack factors/ If the norm’sto sit on rocks then I was torn from a tree, change these mad perceptions that you riddled on me/ and that’s…. I’m just a Zambian child, born with imperfections but was born to be free/ Who’s the God of the Serengetti –take minerals but still glory lower Zambezi/ I’m a son of the African tundra, scaled the landscapes - leave footprints on our savannas/ I cake roll my brethren never take souls – dig deep into my head and I awake Gold/Ĭause my Diamonds not reclining and it lives within, my building blocks are of Champions I was made to Win/ My lifes an unfinished painting,I’m your modern day van gogh – a masterpiece that they can’t release, like they can’t throw/Ī catalyst in the black abyss, his the guiding light – I thank God for Mercies cause I be shining bright/
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