Y cant mum accept dat she has been enslaved all her life and wretched

Y cant dad accept hez among d poorest of d poor and d job he does remains natin but a mockery


Spits on d surname




Is catherine still talking sh!t about me

Is godwin still dam u be wondering wat d fvck


I curse the day i was born


And see how most people on dis 4rum respond


I have 2 start sleeping on d street again

The smoke from firewoods cant let me sleep in dat miserable room dat mum asked me 2 use in dat uncompleted building


Fvck these tinz

Bro!
Is this poetry?
Other than cussing the day you were born, you've got vibes mehn!
But then again, should you blame your parents for your supposed condition? I've seen orphans rise from the ashes making a name and life for themselves. Your wretched father shouldn't define who you are or what you want to be. He's made his choices, you make yours.
I come in peace.

Bankowner:
Bro!
Is this poetry?
Other than cussing the day you were born, you've got vibes mehn!
But then again, should you blame your parents for your supposed condition? I've seen orphans rise from the ashes making a name and life for themselves. Your wretched father shouldn't define who you are or what you want to be. He's made his choices, you make yours.
I come in peace.

Whats d essence of being able 2 write?

Tears every night?


I wake up like itz wrong

Can i sleep in a fright?

Fvck all it means

Am wasting ma time

Av wasted all d rhymes

And i seem damned


Fvck storytelling!


Seems am hopeless and stuck 2 ghetto poverty , aint doing dis with any kind of joy, flies all around me ,am restless


Am disheartened, distressed and all wats damit


What sort of misery is dis

Again and again


I didnt choose all dis suffering

I neva wished 4 all dis 2 happen


And am jus typing 4 no reason cuz i dont even know where dis is taking me to



But theres a limit 2 what i can bear mentally and physically