All this pain, studies and pressure.
It's getting frustrating and stressful but I must do better.
Just a couple more days until, hm......ahm doomsday is here.
The days that CXC falls upon us, will we be happy or full of fear.
But God is good Mock Exams are coming, HOORAY!! I'll prepare to study.

I would be ashamed to waste five years of hard work.
A greater shame to let not only myself down but those who had faith me.
Because many have tried and failed the work,
But a lot have passed boy hmm.... you don't have a clue.
Stay focus and calm as you can.
Because the failure or success in your life, is your number one determination.

So ladies and gentle men get ready for war,
Because we have to **** them papers, we have to **** it for sure.
Duh get scared and duh get freaked out,
Freaked out!...... of what....CXC nah that should be like a KFC take out.
And remember to pray and give God thanks for life,
Today isn't the only day you did something he didn't like.
So just in case he choose to take it back in spite.

Be patient, for the sun is for the day,
And the moon for the night.
Don't rush it, VICTORY will come when the time is right.

Just to big up my team, my favorite team.
Hala Madrid! they would shout and scream.
Winning the most La Liga titles, 33 they won.
And 12 champions cup tiles, I know they had fun.

The team that Barcelona hates the most,
And the most goals they scored on RM was 7-0, that range wasn't close.
But Real Madrid had the same history of beating them by seven.
Also when we made them a fool by beating them eleven.

I mean we're not the best,
But the best of the best.
And out of the rest we stand alone..
Because we're determined to bring a trophy home.

Don't worry, this year 2018 we're looking forward for more.
I hope they don't let me down because I'm positive and sure.
Imagine we won La Liga and champions cup this year again.
The world will no longer watch or talk about Real Madrid my team the same.

Zero tolerance,
For abuse!!
Zero tolerance,
For misuse!!
Zero tolerance,
For racism!!
Zero tolerance,
For no mannerism!!
Zero tolerance,
For unnecessary hate!!
Zero tolerance,
For unnecessary fates!!
Zero tolerance,
For violence!!
Zero tolerance,
For lack of common sense!!

The day starts and the sun shines,
The moon rest and the stars flee.
The prays of men are sent in time,
And the angles of God achieves thier plea.

Time is precious and never to waste,
It's unlimited for now but limited to come.
The movement may be slow but has such paste,
When you loose it, it's too late all's done.

Tells of tales and the lies of liars,
Don't get fooled it's faster than Bolt.
**** it and it will burn you like fire,
Unless you're fast like lightening bolts.

Time tells, skilled men used talents to win,
And unskilled men fail in smarts and get, rapped up like tins.
Be inethectic and understand the theory of time,
Time tells and only lost time God can find.

Tap, tap, on roof tops.
Tic, tock, the clock tocks.
Inside, what a cold night,
Rain drops on roof tops.

Splish, splash, in wet spots.
Blip, bloop, bubbles pops.
Outside, puddles in parking lots,
Rain drops on roof tops.

Drip, drop, on wet a box.
Flip, flop, my slippers flop.
Outside, in rain jackets,
Rain drops on roof tops.

Quack, quack, go ducks.
Beep, beep, cars and trucks.
Outside, the traffic stops,
Rain drops on roof tops.

Tap, tap, on roof tops.
Tic, tock, the clock tocks.
Inside, what a cold night,
Rain drops on roof tops.

In the paradox of the beginning of time,
God gave Grace green grass.
To fertillize the world and let it grow and shine,
To spread this green fern around the world at last.
Weighing the balance between Heaven and earth,
Green grass for the world as a new birth.

To stir up a feeling for the children to enjoy.
A soft, but yet sharp small short and silky touch,
Hate chose to plant his seed as vanity the world's toy.
But God gave Grace seeds to plant in the springs, and so she planted as much.

Now the generations of Hatred flourished and bloom,
And the descendants of Grace where few.
Because Hate ate the seeds of Grace with their greedy spoons
So Grace had not many gifts for the world, parables so true.

Also as Grace, Hate had gifts to show,  
Hate's gifts were many so they hid it in the dirt without water.
Grace's gifts where one, but with drips of love their seed began to grow.

Grace seed raised above the earth and everywhere even in the seas,
Covering Hate's mistakes and displeasing iniquities.
Leaving Hate below the ground to tempt and grow torns.
With no other actions but to stay small in size.

In modern times hate torns pierce the feet of many men,
Causing them to fall in folly and contempt.
But Gods plan is not done yet and Hate time isn't past,
Because of faith God gave Grace green grass.

If there were no rules, the world would have no screws.
Will men stand?
Will men move?
Will men work?
Will workers improve?

Will the dog bark?
Will the cow moo?
Will the horse run,
Without any shoes?

Will planes fly?
When birds flew?
Will man ****?
If another man slew?

Will the sky turn red?
Or will it stay blue?
To ask who's who?
Well who's to?

Will the duck bite?
Or will a leaf chew?
It makes no sense,
And you know it's true.

Will we get ill,
And choose to pass the flu?
And when the time is due,
Can we choose to die too?

Can they change to me?
And can I change to you?
Will we use flour,
To substitute for glue?

Will we got to the wild,
and destroy all the zoos?
Or when one plus one,
Will we get two?

Will every ghost boo?
Like they all do?
If someone dies,
Would they look for clues?

This is just to prove,
If there were no rules.
Human being will not be beings,
And the world would have no screws.
And if the world had no laws,
Then no where would have them too.

My mind has a wicked plan,
To destroy all in sight in result of a desolate land.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To **** peoples feelings and forbid them to stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A plan to die and never understand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To separate myself from everyone and don't give a ****.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Today I want you to live but tomorrow die please, and go back to the sand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Like why I have siblings, why can't they disappear and go back to where they came from.
My mind has a wicked plan,
A seldom echo that makes me want to run.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Slit the wrist, and burst my life bands.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Sometimes I want my mom around, most times It's her I can't stand.
My mind has a wicked plan,
To set a trap to catch any wicked man.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Maybe for the best or just for ******* fun.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Running away from home to my happy clan.

My mind has a wicked plan,
Demonstrate my dislike, still shows love dislikes any evil fan.
My mind has a wicked plan,
Don't care for tomorrow so live for today, or ******* and go far away.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I will fight for what I want even if I'm the only person loving my decision.
My mind has a wicked plan,
I won't let it be a tool of my own destruction.

I write poems to let go all the pain,
To show the things that I didn't want to say.
To express the feelings deep down inside,
The deepest of them all that tends to hide.

Writing poems help me see my gift,
With the lyrics of words that makes a twist.
Basically a way to find some hope,
That's why I write poems really tho.

There are people you love and they still choose to show you hate.
Dismiss them out of your yard.
Because they love to play bad cards.

They love to back bite, for spite, and fight despite,
The fact you keep giving love in return.
Keep on giving and showing that love.
But don't let their hatred be your concern.

Because why should we be afraid of them,
When they bleed just like we do.
They don't understand our good light is shinning through.
So good people be careful of what you do.

Be not like the shaft that's easily blown away,
But like a house built on a rock, that would stay.
Never the fool that get lead astray,
But the people who remember to look and pray.

One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.
  No cement needed,
But sweat, tears and blood.
I will place one brick as perfect as one brick can be placed,
Soon I'll have my wall.
I look back,
I remember the walls I was trying to build,
"She" broke them down.
So now I must look forward,
I must say she is happy now.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

I don't need friends,
They're unreliable and not trustworthy.
Sustain me,
Revive me,
Hydrate me,
I am running out of fluid to build my wall.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

I feel unwanted,
I feel unappreciated,
I feel unloved,
I feel unstable,
I feel unhappy,
A good companion is so hard to find.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.
The earth has the moon,
For the dark night.
The earth has the sun,
For the bright day,
Again I must say,
One brick everyday.
One brick at a time,
Soon I'll have my wall.

To judge a man comparing his skin, yes he may look black,
But due to his generational descendants he could be white and that's a fact.
There's a lot of critics and people who discriminate whether you're black or white,
When they themselves don't know if there color of skin to their true color is right.

It's strange and very funny how blacks and whites still fight.
When both races sees of feels passion and emotions to the opposite race type.
Like a black man loving a white woman and vice versa, for both males and females.
It's such uncommon and unexpected details.

Because white is used in mostly everything, that's surety.
And the meaning of white is peace, love and purity.
Although some may see of refer to black as bad and not pure.
Why then man walk along side their shadow, I know it's black for sure.

Therefore why should the white clouds give a black shadow as well.
And any other object white light reflect on gives the same.
It's insane to see both races of black and white causing each other pain.

Isn't that white and black makes grey in all it's shades.
Isn't that white and black are side by side in a chest or checkers game.
Isn't that black and white helps darken and lighten every color.

It's a fact that black and white will always be together,
Because black and white are not only colors, but they are brothers.

Darkness still shines,
Shinning brighter than the sun.
Evil doers who have skills of demoralizing,
Like politicians like pelicans dipping for fish.

HUNGRY *******!!

Try to diminish the matter, let's make it smaller,
Because if you focus on it, it will get larger.
Darkness like an impenetrable state of material.
Void in every and any space or form of light.

Destroying every shine that's right,
Who can heave light out of sight.
Yes! darkness still shines and hurts like a assegai.
Which punchers a hole in the hope or dreams of our bright beliefs.

It is said in the Bible,
That sufferings will always go on.
Man will **** and people will die for another to be born.
But don't forget that although darkness still shines.

It's not truthful light but the light that will soon die.

We do not forget!
We do not respect,
We are killers and we love to neglect.
Fools who fool around and do not regret.

Vendetta, trendsetter, miss leads to **** better.
We don't forget,
So remember us as Vendetta.
Understanding what we do and every day we stay fit and get better.

Danger is our name,
Blood and broken bones our game.
We don't stand out but behind you like a shadow, feeding on pain.
Waiting for the right time to slit throats and burst veins.

Vendettas is a treat,
It's real, so we don't forget!
We do not respect.
We are killers and dislike miss steps
Fools who fool around and do not regret.

March the fifth, could be just any day,
But for me it's a time to sit back and meditate.
Not because it's my birthday, I'll want what others expect.
For 9 to 10 years I haven't celebrated it as expected.

It's a day to remind me the pain my mother went through.
The pain all mothers will never forget they went through.
And between me and you,
I think she feels that pain every time she cries and I think I feel it too.

What a day, just a day for someone else tho.
But they don't know, they're focused on their birthday.
That's how the world work for all of us.
Only your family and friends or maybe people in your class or work place may know.

March the fifth, could just be any day,
But I thank God for not only my birthday but for every other day.
Because I could have been dead before it had arrived.
So I'm grateful even tho I never enjoyed it that much ever in life.

SPEAK UP.

Shout if you have to.
No abuse is accepted to me or to you,
And we are all strong so don't take abuse and be silent,
Break the silence and put a stop to violence.

SPEAK UP.

Say it out loud.
Because when they abuse you, after they act like the innocent and proud.
With no remorse and no mercy in their hearts,
So expose them and put them to part.

SPEAK UP.

Don't sit and accept it,
Remember abuse won't stop unless you stop it.
Be brave, be strong and bold,
They abuse you and tell you do as you're told.
So destroy their fun and make them be scolded.

SPEAK UP.

Why do you keep quiet?
Because he or she provides for you,
And get you things and tell you, you don't have to.
Well guess what; NO MAN is great as GOD,
And God provides in times of need, men are just frauds.

SPEAK UP.

**** the silence, make it burn and suffer,
Make the oppressor oppress no more make them pay the price,
They abuse with smiles and enjoy it with vice.
So end their mark before someone else falls in their trap like mice.

SPEAK UP.

Please, remember you have a future!!
Remember that others out there will help keep you safe,
Remember that when abuse is done with you,
There others in your home who'll soon stand in your shoe.
And if not in your home then some where in this world, there's a ****** shirt,
Either a little boy or girl will grow up with so much pain and hurt.

SO SPEAK UP.

Break the silence and break the violence,
Break the wicked hearts of men and break their streak,
Break them by the simple words from your mouth, yes make them weak.

SPEAK UP.
Speak up against all domestic abuse and violence, break the pain the emotional and physical hurt and the silence.

Some feel that they can cope with abuse, to protect others or their siblings, to keep the oppressor with them because he or she provides, God will provide always

SO SPEAK UP and BREAK THE VIOLENCE!!
SPEAK UP and MADE HEARD THE SILENCE!!

I don't understand. Who am I? What am I? Am I alive or not or am I a dream. Am I an aspiration or a thought or a thing that I myself can't explain or explore. I don't understand what I was made for, who was I made for or what I was made to do. Sometimes I think, what's real from fake, what's right from wrong. I never understand whether what I'm doing is right or wrong, I am different from the others, I talk different, I look different, I act different, I behave and think different from all others and I believe that I am different from the rest for a reason. Sometimes I think about me and others canally. What are we, are we toys, are we a game, are we so kind of lab rat or a test to see what is to be change for the other set to come. Why were we 'Humans' created, for what purpose, to be who, to be what, to do what, are we all I a vision are we all an illusion are we all a prop for God's play or 'plan'. I don't understand. Why did he made us, was he lonely, and is he still lonely. Is he afraid of being alone, is he bored of being alone, or is he alone? Do he have anyone out there like him, is there any one like him that lerks out there. Who is he? Is he God, who is God, what is God,.... Where is God? Is he too mighty to talk to us, is he too good to walk with us, is he too holy to coexist with us, or is he too high to get our level. Is it because he made us, and feels that we should be in sin, why do we have sin, didn't he made us with sin. Because he knew we were going to sin, he knew when, he knew how, and he knew when and why and what time of the day. Or do he? Does he really know, does he really see all, does he love all. What do he loves, what is love is it real or just a ******* of a lie to be or to feel something that's not true. I believe and yet I don't believe. Because I see too much that came to past that made me think about my existence and why I was made. Do we have to believe, do we have to obey, do we have to love, or do we have to live. Do we have to do right or are destine to do wrong. Do we have to choose or what to choose. I don't need a vision, I don't need a test, I don't need a sign to believe. But I believe that I need a reason and a purpose and understanding ot belive. I find its no fare to be faithful and loyal and honest and respectful and obedient, for what, for who and why? I want to choose, I want to understand, I want to believe, I want to be me, but I don't know who's me. He said to fear him and love and serve home in spirit and in truth. I get so afraid that my heart literally beats faster every time I think about what might happen if I don't pray for the day, and when I sleep, and when I eat and what might happen if I don't pray for the things I have. I feel afraid every day and night and I can't take it any more. Is this the fear that he means is this the love that he means is this the faith he want us to have, to live in a fear of our lives just because he created us. Then they say that we don't have the right to answer or question him. But don't we have a voice and a choice to make, then why we can't speak to him or why wont he speak to us. Is he afraid to be wrong is he afraid to appear as false and a liar. If he is all mighty and powerful then why did he let sin live and why does he still let it. Why don't he destroy is all and enjoy the company of the one he created a little higher than us, why don't he live in peace and harmony with his watchers. Does he feel that lucifer will laugh at him for breaking his promise to man, or being weak, or being stressed out and unsatisfied of what man have become. If not why don't destroy us all, be mighty, be powerful, be the lords of lords and the kings of kings. Because I see no difference between you and your forbidden son or fruit. He is trying to prove man and you are trying to prove man, he's interested in the many he can take and you are happy with the many you get. The only difference is that you can live forever with out us but he can't live at all without you. He knows he going to die and he doesn't care. So why should we. Aren't we like him sinful and want to be like you so we creat our own religion and sect. Aren't we like him in a way that all we want is to be free and all powerful like you and live in peace and harmony. Or are you afraid if you make us like you we would over throw you or no longer need you and you would be back to square one, 'Almighty Lonely'. So these are my questions and I know they won't be answered, but they would be written down. So answer to me if we as the wheat live with the unholy then how can the tares become wheat and wheat become tares, why are we forgiven but the devil as they call him can't be. Is it his purpose in this life. What if we all chose to be like him would you care then, would you walk away and leave us to burn. If you leaveth your own son to suffer without a second chance then why are still here, why are we still forgiven, why are we still loved but he's not. Isn't he your son, then what are we to you if we are not appreciated be you. We are nothing without you, so why can't we be free for as long as we wish or is it that the time is closer now, is it that you chose to come now or you are impatient to wait for those who want to enjoy the freedom, their humanhood, their lives and their wishes in this world before there is no more of it. Please I beg you let me be, I will not forget you, nor your words, nor your teavhings, but I will always be conscious of who and what you are, because I don't understand? I love you and I don't need to see you, I have faith and the same applies, all I ask is the opportunity to be a sinner and a born proud one that you made me as. I am wrong yes I acknowledge it everyday I awake from my slumber and all I ask is to have a mercy on me and not my soul, because the flesh is weak but my heart, my soul is willing to serve you in spirit and in truth.

Woke up to start a new day,
Glister shine of the sun on my soul.
Soothing water flows, river sing in water notes,
Birds chirping, astonishing melodies to the ear.
Wisdom of softness the wind would love to share,
Feeling the connection with nature as I stand and spread my hands in the air.
Glitter and glister, crystal clear the water sits still,
While am by the river bank at the bottom of the valley's hill.
Not a better feeling than inhaling the fresh breeze,
Get a whiff of the sweetness, oou, bless me I sneezed.
What a wonderful morning, and unaware of such demise,
LOVE
Is my morning's surprise.

I'm fed up of living, and tired of sinning.
I'm just kidding, or I'm just killing, myself!
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to die.
I feel to fall, I start to weep because I want to cry.
****! I can't take it no more, can't stand life no more,
I want to walk in sea and leave my last words on the shore.

I remember I wanted to be successful,
I'm well mannered, I'm not disrespectful.
I fight for what I want but now I don't know,
What to fight for any more.
Why am I writing this ******* poem anyways,
Maybe because all I want is to be heard and understood.
In this life I feel like everyone around me,
Just surrounds me to benefit from me, especially
My family.

Telling me how to speak, how to walk, how to see.
How to look, how to run and who to love.
**** this ****! I fed up and yet still I'm still here.
Sometimes we have to make sacrifices and let things go,
But sometimes we have to make sacrifices to keep things close.
To keep things near to your heart.
Things that make you focus, listen, observe, understand, eat, sleep and even love to be happy.
But life is **** so to karma, these stuff's ******.

I don't know what to do any more.
Because even if I leave my last words on the sea shore,
I'm not sure that anyone would see sure,
That my words are so sure.
I'm always told to study tomorrow and to prepare for the rainy days,
But I'm alive now and to day of all days,
I'm not sure of tomorrow or even tonight,
So I am going to make my decisions now.

I going to live today for today and live for tomorrow when I reach tomorrow.
I'm going to love today for today and accept the ones who are with me now,
And if I loose these things if there's a future for me, then I'll learn I was wrong.
But atleast I'll learn for myself, I'll cry by myself, I'll understand for myself,
And I'll get up and start over, with no regrets but lessons for myself.
So **** this ****.

I once had a cat.
Her name was sapphire and she was a little fat.
She always likes to fight my feet,
When she roles long the living room mat.

She was white and loved to nap,
And one thing she never did,
Was chased or ate a rat.
And if she did't feel well she would lay on my lap.

She had grey beautiful eyes.
And loved looking at bats.
I love squeezing her tight and to give her a pat,
On her back, then she steared at me for hours.
Just so she can get a snack.

Then she roles upon the mat,
And maybe sometimes chose to fight my cap,
Instead of my feet tho.
And she ate and ate and got more fat and fat,
So she was a lazy cat, she was my cat.

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Is it tears, truth, honesty or miseries.
What is it? What can it be?
My eyes are the keys to my soul, do you believe?

I look into your eyes and all I see is the opposite of all the bad.
I see love for hate; I see honesty from lies and sanity from being mad.
But there are things that you hid from me.
But I find out when you perform them in your actions and schemes.

Your soul is innocent and pure in all ways.
And I will love and cherish you today and for all days.
I'm not sure if we may last for a life time to past,
But it doesn't matter, because when I look at you in your eyes, I see you and me and that our love would last.

So look me in my eyes please, and look carefully too,
Because love is an action word and I don't like saying it to you.
But to show in the way we communicate, and things I do, it's all me.
My eyes are the keys to my soul, don't you want to know who I am, or even believe.

Hear, my children the instruction of a father,  and give attention to know understanding; for I give you good doctrine; do not forsake my law. - Proverbs:4:1-2.

Open your eyes young men, to understanding, knowledge and wisdom.
Open your eyes young men, and behold,  take heed to the Kingdom.
Open your eyes young men, be aware and awake,  start giving.
Open your eyes young men, to take a place in the land of the living.

Be careful towards the occupations of the evil ones,
And understand the powers and principalities of the fallen doves.
Act with wisdom and take to you their measures,
Because when you slip, your trash become their treasures.

PLEASE I say, seek God early in the day,
In the evening and before you rest your head to lay.
Keep your eyes open and balance spirit and carnal with it.
As it is in the carnal as it is in the spirit.

As young men put on your Holy amor and take up your mantle.
Because in the beginning He won the war and in the end God will win the battle.
Open your eyes young men; the revelation is coming to past,
So evolve in the spirit by praying and keeping fasts.

Yes, young men stay with me!!

"He who testifies to these things says, Surely I come quickly."

Tell me the truth and do me the dare,
If anyone else is play only us will hear.
Secrets ***** and fantasies clean,
I dare you that dare so I can see in between.

Tell me the truth, are you in love or not,
Or do you want to be in my spot.
Is it true that your all mine?
And if it's true, well your love is all fine.

Dare me that dare is it fine like dirt,
Make me do something nasty or make me flirt.
I dare you tell me your deepest secrets,
And I hope when you do there'll be no regrets.

Give a thought, get away or get caught,
The consequence is on you so I didn't know why we fought.
Answer the truth and commit to the dare,
If you don't want to do it well prepare for what we have prepared.

At last the truth is told and the dare is done,
And all secrets are out and we all had fun.
Some said it was  good and some said it wasn't fare,
Welcome! Do you want to play a game of truth or dare?

Have mercy on me please,
I didn't mean to make you cry.
All I wanted was to see you happy,
I know its hard to let my feelings die.

Have pity on me please,
I am so soft and shy.
All I ever wanted was to see you smile,
But it's just me dreaming, looking up to the sky.

Please forgive me, an don't say I did you no wrong,
Because I stayed in your life with my petty **** way too long.
Never meant to make you choose or sit and think,
So I'm asking for mercy, hope I'm not wasting my ink.

Through words is how I express myself.
But I understand you now, our time has end,
Bet we still can't be friends.
Don't take it on, although I know you won't.

I am sorry for ******* with your mental,
I'm not cursing you tho.
Its just so fundamental.
Trying to build up and your blocks don't want to stand.

I understand, so I wish the same.
Hope your happy and you're without pain.
Sorry for staying in your life, I'm a stain.
Shame, hope you don't forget me, so bye until we meet again.

Like a lone sailor lost at sea,
Like birds with no place to be,
Like knowing the truth but only lies they speak.
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

You can't understand every book you read,
You won't understand the purpose of every rock on the street,
Not even the movement of the humble breeze.
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

What's the preposition of the parasites and flees,
Or the viruses that infect and has a person unease,
Like leaves that grow and the fall of the trees,  
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

Like a friend who's always there for me,
And I neglect that person, forgetting to see that they are truly friendly,
Paying the price of when that person chooses to leave,
Reading the world and its people in braille,
It's like I'm blind but yet I see.

Like a slave stolen from a beloved homeland
put in chains without a chance by powers that be
lives routed by masters with no heart or soul but deceit and lies
Reading the world in the braille made by them for us the fools
It's like I'm blind but yet I see

Take a deep breath don’t cry, hold it in,
Keep your focus and keep it on point.
You are to live and your young so there’s more pain to come in,
Understand that love is a game for some that don’t care at any point.

Emotionally weak to an emotional peak,
Love is so sweat but yet so deep.
Love so comfortable but yet still it keeps,
Me feeling uncontrollable and so ******* weak.

How to love and beloved by a beloved one,
Or no wait beloved by one and left lonely.
No fun left desolate in distress with heavy tons,
And with a fat crying heart that was left to part coldly.

Lick all off until it's done.
Don't let none waste or fall to the ground.
Enjoy the ice-cream at the time it's cold.
I'm the ice-cream man with many flavors to behold.

Lick north, lick south, lick left, lick right.
Lick all through the day and through the night.
Eat the ice-cream quickly, don't let it waste.
I bet it will be the best you'll ever taste.

Don't let the ice-cream drip or run down the cone.
Eat until you get brain freeze and a cool touch on your bones.
The ice-cream gets soft so quickly, before it melts.
I'm not talking about any ****** activities,

I'm the ice-cream man, and it's only ice-cream I sell,
And the enjoying of all tasty flavors I meant.

In take for one who's desolate.
Disgrace and lack of faith,
That keeps the vendetta in frustrate.
Makes one sit in their habits to *******.

Pull in, breathe out, a distraction that
Distracts the lungs of its purpose.
No longer healthy but wealthy with,
Plenty dark linings, man won't focus.

Tv's on, eating chips, dipped in dips,
Greasy flavors on big tank's lips.
Lots of fries, lots of flies, eating to die.
Doesn't care, obesity in thoughts left his mind.

Time to fall, desperate not once but for all.
To times that Mr. Money says I'm done, he crawls.
Sprawls on the floor of the bar where,
Men are in thirst to Lucifer other called alcohol.

Bad dogs, No! bad rabbits that hop to death,
For search of being good or bad addicts.
Looking through depressed windows in dark attics.
Because of their shameful lives and bad habits.

**** me dead dis is not Trinidad we living in dis is Hell.

Man ****** women and man,  killing children and duh give ah dam.
Duh take men land or they guh chop off your hand,
Women loykey so every man is every woman man.
Yes in dis island,  Government is only tricks and scams.

**** me dead, dis is not Trinidad we living in, dis is  Hell.

Men up here different, them duh chase fly buh chasing family instead.
Men beating men if they play mad and touch their bread.
Duh talk about their gyal, watch them and more than five bullets in Yuh head.
Betham and Lavantille, watch any man too hard,  well sure Yuh dead.
Because when their guns done talk,  there is no more to be said.

**** me dead, dis is no Trinidad we living in, dis is Hell.

Women want all de gun man, so money coming quick, like quicksand and quick hand.
Who tell women to cheat,  man duh care over here, women dead too.
Man will buy the world for them, when they done, he want back everything even food.
It's plenty clues, Trini men can't shoot gun, so its either magnet bullet or they using glue.

One more thing too, some police have all wah they need,  they will burn down your **** field and geh high from de same ****.