I was born and raised
in the warm heart of Africa...
people only type
in contrasts...
Hypnotized by street lights, I breathe springtime
eyes fixed upon dirty streets, laced with fallen...
Children are crying
parents anxiously searching...
The pale dawn illuminates your face
Cold and uncaring...
I work in a school
full and full of women...
The best liars are those who conceal lies beneath...
and truth beneath lies...
Chaos generated order in numbers;
broken dreams through computerized 'no...
Wake up,
Dress up...
No man is an island,
Yet you can be that tree...
A petal danced upon the wind,
Timely floating from our sin...
Ooh look at you in your flash car.
You should really learn to drive...