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LAME BOY

by @Wordsmith

A lame boy; they say I be Low-pitched guy?; yee' that's me been a lame boy since I was three Dull and placid; unsatisfactory been a quiet boy; since I was born Psychopathic; and somewhat tough Sail your ship up-north; I go offshore A prodigal son;... left by his mum; at the age of four Sometime I'm cool; sometimes I'm warm Father wasn't sure; if I was sane or not Thought my abnormalities; equals 'dull So he left Up-North where he'd be bother-not Father's gone; mum's living rough Doing enough stuff to rid the boy off..... the black hole living in the boy's thought Cos' everyone gets lost; crossing the boy's port Afterward; I was left in this dungeon Life raised me to this lame strong boy A lame boy; raised by rain of dirt All he's ever taste was the opposite of joy This lame boy will soon find joy I'm lame for sure; but my feet are strong My mind find words when my hands are bored My heart finds love when my head's at fault When you bring me stress; I'm turning blind Cos' this lame boy seems to find Peace in the loneliness of his mind Seeing the path ahead and behind This lame boy is damned enshrined Prodigal and divine; a boy you can't confine Cos' money or bitches doesn't define his mentality and the way he grind I'm that lame boy; that you hiss and judge For my writability and use of words While you nuisance spew sh*t and sort I do my lame stuff; Yea; I sit and jot... And then I pour.....; my state of mind; in a distinctive thought Well; I'm a lame boy; I only look upfront I don't care if my root; is clean or not Don't mind if my boot is filled with mud Only focus on my dreams and things I sought I'm a lame boy; I've seen the sea and shore Crawled this earth from south to North Been in this world before 94 Before Abacha ruin the course; of this Nation more Lame boy this; lame boy that 'Lame boy 's shit'; 'lame boy 's bad' "He's lame and dull; he can't attack" "too rough and poor; he's not my type" Well; this lame boy doesn't care 'bout Words from your lilly-filthy mouth Cos' this lame boy is now an OG; yes! An Original Gent; who is God-blessed
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Written by
Wordsmith
31 / M / Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria
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Written by
Wordsmith
31 / M / Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria
Published
Jun 9, 2021
Time
3m
Tags
#survival#life#struggles#slum#ghetto
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