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In the street where I live,
sits a blind man who sings,
a song that I believe.
he sings, from birth he could not see,
...
'bye-bye my love, ' she said
'our love aint worthy another try'
hand in hand
in the sunset, we stand
...
From me to you,
came a thousand calls,
till I cant call no more.
Been waiting,
...
my song
aint the best song ever sang
my story
aint the greatest book ever wrote
...
Cant nobody hear me? am screaming
why does this life always feel like am dreaming?
I have made a lot of mistakes, and still learning-
the hard facts that people, only seem to notice, the flaws in my diamond
...
Am a coin
under the carpet am swept
am to be missed not
into the street, am thrown
...
Your heart a maze
I be the little mouse
tryna find my cheese
you are confused with you
...
To you, I am, but just a little fruit,
I am, but one lonely mango growing in the tropics,
a guava on a helpless quest to remain on your wild branch,
an orange cringing to feed on your love,
...
Once upon a time,
we could kiss.
but our lips,
could never touch.
...
When I walk away
you dont bother
to ask me to stay
into the darkness
...
Look hard into the mirror
clear your mind
stare long into your picture
beyond the blemishes and scars
...
With each passing second
I take a look in the mirror
the lines on my face get clearer
eternal sleep is nearer
...
where this road will reach,
awaits me a trophy,
they call pleasure.
This street, is named after pain,
...
As twilight creeps in
your desire sets ablaze
your amber so hot I cant be near
and am cold if am so far
...
if you ask, how much do I hurt?
I say, my hurt knows no end.
it probes, to the depth of my heart.
it aims for the height of my soul.
...
When little Laura slept
in her little room
under mother earth
in an eternal rest
...
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A Blind Man's Song
In the street where I live,
sits a blind man who sings,
a song that I believe.
he sings, from birth he could not see,
what he wanted he could not be,
a thigh of a woman bare he never seen.
I see a happy street,
I see little babys sleeping in their crib,
the rich feasting on lobster and shrimp.
but the blind one sings of all I cannot see,
all that pass him by when he sings.
his song of adulterers in the shadows with a key
the neighbors spouse to see.
of men who toast to Lucifer, for the riches he gave.
he sings of a bribe, to free a killer.
of a couple broken and barren.
of a farmer waiting for the rains
(that never come)
of a robber hunting for empty gains.
his song senses no HE or SHE,
but the homosexual that they be.
as he sings,
a little girl passes by,
behind her is a paedophile,
pray pray in while he will defile.
a teenager high on ganja,
passes him by,
soon in a loony he will be,
as his brains go bananas.
the blind sings
of a husband who took a sip of the amarula,
his wife tonight he will batter,
he sings that this street had a choice,
between Buddha and disaster,
it rather chose the latter.
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