Kulmiye Posted November 1, 2007 At the age five Daddy said bye Momma feeling high still trying to keep a close eye Six kids with no dime We all sort of felt like a seeds of fiend But this queen had us feeling pioneers And trees of dreams stuck together until we built a bridge of friendship than it was destiny that came-to feed And momma decide to travel her way-to see her seed lost leaves- but maitain to hold there roots Now my heart is heavy at page two/two Playing poetry as my blues--- And asking the lord to show me the street of ease to a actor a man that can't play his part to speed look in Somalia homies my rhymes pass like the seasons but are cold as December sea their blank like the snow and so is my memory Sometimes my head is stuck so I’m peeling the brain can't get the answer to life so I’m feeling insane until I see that the mirror is dealing the pain I’m hurting myself and doubt is stealing my again Can't see my essence so presence is reeling a stain that drives hat, but now I’m healing with sway Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
