Lyfe Tymme Poems
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Adapted To Life
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 ...
The Blood Line
The mind of a composed man
The heart of a bad guy
The soul that dwells in a street boy
The eternal reflection in a ghetto kid
The hustle n bustle of a Slum-Dog
The Spirit of a hustler
The flesh of a struggler
The blood of an 'Eruku'
The life of virtuous thug
The rhythmic concept of live.
The music wit the strive.