EACH DAY DREAM.
I dream each day I dream of uncountable nights cuddling and Playing in a wide white bed Furnished with white flowers and White balloons. I dream each day I dream of a huge home with A beautiful compound filled with Gardens with white flowers Spread all-round it. This is just a dream I'm a dreamer, I'm visionary I dream each day.
Ain't a minor though By age maybe, not by brains By body maybe, not heart, nor soul That's I'm not a minor Call me Aminah I don't take chances, that are evil I walk through mine only chance Setting goals that'll suite my eyes And that are achievable That's why I ***** Just call me Aminah. My presence at a music scene Ain't a fame driven step I do that to serve, to save And to show love to us all I ***** to paint a great image Ain't a minor, I'm Aminah. It doesn't show that I'm beautiful I'm just because my heart feels clean I'm because I'm kind and generous I'm because I serve the society I'm beautiful of course That's me, Aminah. Maybe that's what I was born for, The big screens in your house wall Or the one on your tablet huh Just to excite your heart big And set a scene of love there I'm the only one, Aminah.
She's that type,
Smiling in pain hype, Dancing with broken leg, And love with a hurt heart. She's that type, The one you broke hers heart, But loved with every broken piece, And loves with a bleeding heart. She's that type, Who doesn't hit you with facts, Even with **** evidence, She watches you slam her heart, And loves with a gloomy heart. She's that type, A time will come when, She can't hold it no more, But walk away with tears drying, She'll not love with a wound Anymore.
A disease downed on African land, streams of blood low Down the valley of pain not one not two Swords falling on their tongues Bullets penetrating their skins Through their heart. A meadow falling short of sweetness African Earth turned African hell Tears that flood the rivers Add up day by day It's ****** phobia Stripping and strapping the black Skin, drops of blood that's black facing The ground. Bodies of loving innocent soul Laid on the floor of African land, The land of honey now sour Seats are thorny, hot and Burns our buttocks Why all these? No black is stranger in Africa No, not black man!
I crave for you here It's not enough staying Alone here It breaks my heart It makes me wanna have you Every minute, mama. I walked out to his house He's loving and caring mom He gives me all I need but But can't give me one thing She can't give me your affection. He can't show me the path you did Show me, mama Mama! My husband is loving He walks home early with His beards dancing from A bright face he shows The nights are never boring in bed But, one thing he can't give you gave. Mama! He washes dishes when I'm low Drives me to a beach when bored He washes my curvy dark body But mama, the affection The feeling ain't mutual His fragrance ain't yours Mama!
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