Ke nna Lesedi, just a rich, Sharp minded and skinny guy
Still be fiending for change, hardly smoking cheap gwaai
I need bricks in my pants so I buy me a house to freely trap
Working on building success, got my clout by a freestyle rap
I swear I'd buy a blue pill from the matrix
I put all my concentration on the basics
Only gym with my nxondo until e bohale
No drugs in my system,ke ty ka bohlale
I hope you get high off of reading this
I pray that you seek what meaning is
Til your eyes are bothloko in order to harvest the food
Til no lies are accepted and all of us live in the truth
Geekin and tripping I'm straight from the plug
He blessed the friend with some dank and a notepad
I captured and flexed with all of thoughts
I'm thanking the Lord for my swank and my Kodak [mind]
[cav the flow and word combo][Creative Work]

There are ruins of hearts hiding
in the secluded places
that refuse to vanish into
this decaying world.
Stagnancy is not an accurate word
to describe
the beauty of these corners,
where the caresses of sunlight
and wind are trapped forever.
There are places
that hold the touch of the ones
the world has lost.
Though I am yet
to fully realize
the depth and sorrow of
this word.
But here it doesn’t matter.
Here the summer and the winter are same.
Here the cry trapped in my veins
can sings along with voices from far way time.
Here my silence
can be music.
Here I can sit and hope
for our love to last forevers.
And know that there are certain love
that can never cease to exist,
but only forgotten.

if love is a Flower
I want to be buried  meadow

if love is a sound
I want to sing it for the rest of my days

if love is an aroma,
I want to float upon it

if love is art
I want to live in museums

if love is pain
I never want to be numbed
                                                   If Love Is...
if love is a trap,
I'm willingly defenseless

if love is a mystery
I'm on the case

if love is a joke
I'm a jester

if Love is Supposedly Real then Why is it that You Live in My Dreams?

I bloom like a mallow in the morning

I bloom dripping blood like dew

I bloom in the dark of the night

I bloom catching prey like a trap

I bloom waiting for the next

I bloom salivating for more

I bloom with gnashing teeth

I bloom waiting and waiting

I bloom with a grin

I bloom when prey comes near

I been born to lack.
Self inflicting heart attack.
I been born to mourn my death.

I'm a plague dressed in disguise
A brooder of everything in sight.
I been born to mourn my death.

Don't bother to please.
You'll find I need no sympathy
I'm a swamp that takes body heat.

When you're in my morass trap,
You'll find anxiety tracks.
It's a disheartening,
Meglo-mockery.
Oh, Mephisto please.
Why do I do this to you my marsh queen?

Oh, I don't take, I steal.
Hearts, time and self esteem are a good meal.
Don't have any aches for me
I was born to mourn my death.

I must seem like a mystery
With dirt prints I leave behind every scene.
Taking you deep into a quagmire of negativity.

I been born to lack.
It's not my fault you got trapped.
But you were warned before,
I was born to mourn my death.

freedom doesn't lie
in the collectives cages,
but stands with the choices
individuals make,
to avoid being caught in them.

A sneaky rat and a little gecko
Both lived in a family house
The little gecko always greeted the family
The sneaky rat always stole their food

The family loved the little gecko
Because it was cute and kind
The family hated the sneaky rat
Because it kept creating a mess

They set a trap for the rat
Hoping that they could get rid of it
But the sneaky rat was clever
And told the gecko to get the food from the trap

The little, innocent gecko stepped on the trap
And the sneaky rat ran away
Even the family couldn't help the little gecko
Now it is trapped there forever.

There are too many things untold,
too many to let anything unfold,
it's trapped in it's own trap,
distracted by it's own call,
If I'd help
I'd rather do nothing at all
because my nothing is
always at my beck
and call.

Even as I lay asleep,
I find the darkness of mine,
stirring beneath,
the inky dark taking hold
and I find nothing,
nothing at all.