I find myself in a
strange place of contradiction, because I am “u”
I would die
rather than let you oppress me again … thats true believe that
I fight for my
freedom and die for it to, and I know you will surely try & kill me… true
The problem
lies in that I want to live , maybe have kids one day (laugh) my Legacy.
But I will… not live on my knees, the roots run and strong deep yes broken branches but very sold tree and not afarid to smoke trees... we don't do maybe's Godz babies
Knees are for
praying and praying alone if you choose to live there thats between you and you
slave … Ndiri mammbo , Khosi A true Kingz
My knees are
for my mobility as I walk toward my dreams and kick ass take name , crawl some but alwayz toward the dream that refused to die with each breathe
That brings us
back to the problem I want to live ... you want my soul to die
I sit on the
double edge sword of life and decisions this thing we call Hope it drives me and scare me , heals me and hurts me she is my spine when i grab a cloud
Ideals Vs
Reality with applied application become hypothesis
Rather than longevity
or quality.. dreams die quietly testing the little thats left of the man in me.
With a smile
and my last breathe I tell Mr Godz
"I am dying to
know the answer… so can i live"
Dedicated to
Zimbabwe
“Child” Gerald
munengami
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