What I'm Learning

I see what you don't see in the light of these streets

If not then why do I speak no games if you knowing me

From the heart of these streets I choose to stand where I be

Not for any other reason but the trapped and the weak

Sometimes I wake from my sleep and wonder if ima be

Actually living what I'm claiming trust in me see

Spend sufficient time and diligently polish my piece

Once upon a time he had a dream that set him free

Kicking the ball at half past eight and

Waking up all the next door neighbours

Little did they know that would send him