Adapted to any kind of situations
Slickin thru u the evil plots for celebration
One head blessed no one stand his way to destruction
Wit all the sexiness n attractions
Is the deadliest n distractions
Seeing thru the mind of an individual intentions
Takin life n squeezin its juice for starvation
The thru test of ones ability isn't examination
If u found gold, you've dug mines
Cowrise was when somedays were sometimes
Woody clothes no go dey for summer times
Acoustic warms only from the strings rhythm n rhymes
I won't step on line, deaf ears to words online.
The thoughts in humble ways of imaginary thoughts and likes it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Lyfe T. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.