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Falling and rising


I wouldn't introduce me to me,
My life is like a cascade, I am the only one that can come to my aid.
When your niggaz r balling, and you still searching for your first trophy.
To me success is a bug, and to it i'm like mortein.
A teacup with no tea, I'm in the accused box with no plea.
At the moment i encapsulate emptiness, like trying to call jet with no lee.
No shoulders to lean on except mine.

Am in a race against me and against time.
Destiny dangles on the bob of a pendulum clock.
Retrospectively reminiscing 'bout a kid
who had the world at his feet.
The Kid became a boy, then a teen, and now he's a man struggling to get past the hype he had in his teens.

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is it mine?


Is that pvssy all mine?, baby don't lie.
waited outside your hostel till like 'bout 9.
Saw you with that nigga who's 6ft plus.
It hurts... Probably because am like bout 5.

I guess he goes deeper, am talking 'bout that dive
Maybe he's more juicy, making you cum alive in multiples of 5.
Maybe he acted upon my absence.
I guess he filled the void better.
Maybe He's your greek god now, your alpha, your omega... your beta.

Distance starved you of me...I guess i know why your feelings are anorexic.
I mean who would leave a lady so beautiful and soul so clean.
Who would jeopardize their future, just to make them the paper, to paint that green.
Who would go on a conquest, and leave his love to fate.
Got back from an "Odyssey", to an embrace of uncertainty.

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Whispers


I might scream at the top of my voice that i hate you, but remember that it's in my whispers that the truth lies.
Fvck how the outside looks, suits and ties.
Deep within, my heart speaks...but to you it's mere hushed silence.
I know you've been plotting graphs to figure out my heart's ambience.
Most times you can't figure if my aura is dark red or cloudy green.
You can't decide if i've got on a warm smile or a sarcastic grin.

But i send these messages to you, i guess you don't understand the code.
I guess your network is on the edge and it might just tip over.
I bet you think am 'Dinho with these leg overs.
I bet you think am treating you like a leftover.
All these thoughts got me sober.

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Light is getting dim, the eyes of the sun are getting blind.Man is jostling and running, searching and hoping to find.
Life is a mystery within a mystery,unfolding with every tale of history.we breathe, we feel, we touch,we taste,we hear.
but within us,lies that which we really fear.year after year and month after month,we conceive ideas and yet they fly away like a moth.days pass,hours and minutes elapse..but a few seconds could be the difference when running life's laps.
Are success and failure illusions or just polar opposites? Do they take us forth or back or are the just brothers in sync.
Each person has his sea of difficulty.heads first and feet in the air we take the plunge, diving till we hit the depths and all we taste is salty.
Hence we hold no rights to decide or judge.tick goes every man's clock, we labour till beads of sweat display our work..we look forward to tomorrow, fanning embers of hope. our fate dangles on it, whispering swings of tarzan's rope.
Buried in the crux of our mind is the instinct to survive,to never back down..to never give up or give in,we buzz on like bees in a hive.
Is a man to compete with himself? or to knock others off with words or swords to complete his shelf.
So is the man in context termed helpless.Does his inevitable end highlight his actions and brand his activities senseless.
Behind the curtains of every heart, is a little library..a catalogue of every thought and reason,the hub of the human person..bustling like pistons in a ferari's engine.
the acts of today sprout tomorrow, watered by words and intentions..to harvest produce of joy or sorrow.
since life is most likely a game of chess, we brood over our next move, its effect we try to analyse or guess.
checkmate and its time up, with all of life's trickery and misrepresentation..no one wants to be a flop.

The first time our eyes met i stopped dead in my tracks. It was like peering in the eyes of medusa. Held spell bound, and could only be thrust into reality by the lure that lay beneath your gaze. After being stuck in a matrix, now i think am out of a maze.
The second time i met you, Twas pre-organized. I had sought you out, because the feeling was killing, i could almost break a bottle on a person's head and act like a tout.
A million words trickled from my brain to my mind, but i could only spit out one, "errrr...wasup?" i uttered stuttering, sweating in my palms and in my head i was reading the psalms.
Zero on confidence, but high on my will, a few more words stumbled out, not neglecting the fact that it was your aura that fueled my zest and zeal.
Damning the stories,i vowed to fight for you like a navy seal. It was said that i was another name on your infamous list,took a stroll through the courtyard and discovered that my haters are now serpents dissing with their signature hiss.
Nevertheless,you kept me on hold,it felt like i was making a call to my service provider. A few more wrong moves and the promise you made to yourself seemed to be both our compass and our divider.
Till you saw me with another did your walls crash down.The thought of us together, i carried around like the ark of the covenant whilst circling around your jericho.
And after that faithful afternoon,all i could think of was your voice and its echo. My mind was made up, and i ain't tlking about concealers, you had always been at the back of my mind , so i said to myself...no more shall i conceal her.
Then i broke it off with the other, because i knew i had to be with you. Then of course people would talk again,but i just let their words fall to the earth like dew...finally i had you,finally my heart could begin to love a-new.
So i thought....everything was perfect till distance snuck in on us, and time took its toll.Again and again we toiled, again and again we hit the ground without taking a roll.
What seemed like perfection, could only be detailed as a day dream or probably a pipe dream.The one that got away, out of my grasp....the one i should have held on tightly to is now Faraway!