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The Rastafari Love (how Does This Poem Look Like? You Are Free To Criticize Me) by Princeteepsoul: 7:11am On Mar 07, 2015 |
Am a priest but am a Rebel Man is God and man is devil Punnany is the reason for my troubles It’s not my ego I can’t get enough it seems A simple touch rise it up with ease But I can’t sex away my dreams Semen dreams with these water Queens Yo rude boy I gotta tell you Life with a girl can bring such sorrow When it’s sweet in the hole You make her toes curl But when drama unfolds Love turns so cold I play the field cause am a field warrior I keep it real cause am a real warrior Hurting ladies, aborted fetus We break up for reasons but why the future Too many stars never live to shine I know I can make it one more time Life is mystic and the concepts divine More precious than golden coins Baby mama no more drama Cause we were young, but now we are older And every child needs his mama his dada Don’t hurt the future, help us father The youths are suffering Can a mother cease care for the belly pain The child she bare from him, whom she won’t love again I play the field cause am a field warrior I keep it real cause am a real warrior Hurting ladies, aborted fetus We break up for reasons but why the future Too many stars never live to shine I know I can make it one more time Life is mystic and the concepts divine More precious than golden coins I gotta hail the warriors from the N.Y.C. Big up the family, yo what’s Miami The light of the world reach the West Indies Rasta run the heavens, the earth the seas We burn pope Benedict and Hercules And hail Melchizedek the higher priest We show them love, but they want no peace Give me love, but if it’s war, ANY MEANS Special Respect to the Black Nation Volcano erupt from the Volcanic land From the annex Black sand rise a thunderstorm They can’t keep us calm, They can’t keep us calm #TeamROIEMPS Written by: Prince Theophilus Gabriel a.k.a Teepsoul C.E.O Royal Insight Empire Pictures www.facebook.com/teepsoul www.facebook.com/royalinsights www.twitter.com/roiemps Click on the link below to Join our Facebook group www./199298790245219?refid=17&_ft_ |
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