Treasure Island

Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

(08 December 1992 / KwaZulu Natal, Pinetown)

The beast collab. Phil Will


I wanna be the beast
Walk while the path is red
Walk while the books are read
Killing the brain dead
Turning the screw thread
My mind widespread
A king walks crowned head
The crowd as cloud mist ahead

The one ones wish it never lived (with phill)

Brought back to life the deceased
A proud living disease

I wanna be the beast
Travel the World as a feast
At least knowing the east
Be the Last not least
South by east unreleased


I wanna be the beast
Now I am climbing mountain too.
Reach the surface, with my safe face.
Now I am crawling in the rain that pouring.
Storm is curving, God I am praying.
Here I am …I am crying with no tears.
Now I am mumbling but my words
Are talking within the soul, I am creative

I wanna be the beast
The best, the men distressed
My problems compressed
My present impressed
Sins confessed
To run the race never arrest
I am possessed, I am progressed, and I am obsessed
The dreams undressed to be addressed
Dark race was oppressed their fought now we are dressed
I wanna be the beast.
Phill…

I am out guessed, I am in cursed, and I am programmed

The waste, the soil waits, to digest...
I wanna be that beast…

Never believe those lies

I wanna the beast she is willing to welcome to her life
Kiss her, till her lips bleed out
Coz she understand I am the beast, with monster love

Caution: Wait till phill done…

I wanna be the beast
A Sasquatch frozen meat
A cannibal living of human flesh meat
Feel the presents of after life when we meet
Feel the earth but dead convinced
I wanna be the beast, the extraterrestrial creature
A forest pet, even life never picture
Hybrid, a vampire werewolf mixture
Even a King Kong never feature
I wanna be the beast



Listen, Listen
After everything I’ve just said
So bad, I’m mad, it’s sad
What kind of a human being can think of anything like this?
Came to realize, I am the beast
I hate this me
I need prayers, to change, again, to be me
To be human, I miss
I don’t wanna be, the beast
I wanna be, Shotaromeo
And I wanna be Phill
Who wanna be, the beasts?

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 28, 2014

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