I have more positions to take on,
From decisions on safe sex to missions to wastelands,
Regardless, the visions are solid truth.
The art is nonsense all removed,
As Plato said once, Socrates too,
Aristotle and all the men,
Who sought the truth with reason.
Here a pureness to the soul,
Strong as mine and pure as gold,
A bride so young, a name so pretty,
Beauty, pity, a city cold.
Who is this looking at me so ludicrous,
My mind is a jungle and my eyes uterus,
Birth a new vision yall can see truth exist,
Earn a few wishes I can be humorous,
Funny kind of humor but I be serious,
At times I see through hooligans,
Let me tell you dudes what I do to present this,
I write my own but I got dues to the bestest.
I got no time to be wasting with these cowards,
My rhymes will replace you, my mind is my power,
I’m at the top looking way too cold screaming out,
Hiii power, hiii power.
Love making would only be,
A dream for two, me and you,
We’ll wash and bathe in sea of hues,
The shades of passion, reds and blues.
Today my sister showed me this song by Maher Zain, a Muslim-Swedish singer of Lebanese origin. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d like it at first, but I let it play on and it grew on me. Nice work Maher.
The path of soldiers is to fame,
just like mine with its own name,
I speak of glory, glory came,
I hope it never leaves again.