My dear, do you want to know
why this stream shall never cease to flow
why this countenance shall know no smile
why in vain you realease torent of bile
for eternity shall my face tarry behind the sun
and ever shall be till this ugly scenario run
cut off from every string joint to my mind
to recall no more that gruesome day
Limbeh turned a cadavar awaiting decay
how my heart tremble while my tongue relates
the incident that turned an early widow late
the night before, cried a owl across at nightfall
grandpa beheld and discerned the mysterious call
tapped he my shoulder and opened his phangs
look beyond the pregnant night in labour pangs
waiting to birth a child as mysterious as the cry
Ekumbo! May i live not to witness that melancholic night(he sighed)
a thing unheard of in Aweh beyond countless centuries
worth plunging a kingdom into an endless misery
frightened, departed me with my ribs to my cradle to fall
holdin his words to await he upon whom the lot shall fall
so as the pregnant night did flipped
departed then this poor widow to her field
to gather bread for her fatherless kids
then in agony their lips they bit
as their eyes rained in torrent
and their sobs grew even fervent
when the fatal tiding was unleashed
a thing which feared hearts and andrenaline released
how she bent beneath a dry iroko gathering yam
in her distant and lonely farm
a branch uphigh cracked
turned she to see the source of the crack
behold a log fell on her skull
pouring out what was left of her brain- all
keeling rightward, she fell as her spirit transcended a plane beyond
a place so gray, so blund
now poor orphans, as poppies to be shared
departed they to various kins to be rared
and daily this dirge about her goes
as villagers their drum beat and lyre blow
forget not the story of the unfortunate widow
who for the door, took the window
and drank not from the spring of old age
nor for her maternal labour achieved a wage

I be stuck in my ways,
all of the homies that I know they be grindin for days.

Pulling up in that coupe,
driving through the metric system through dark and light in the city.

Ni**as swear they rent me,
calling a chick for therapy,
Callers be sizing me up, popping me off.
******* be knockin me off,
when they betta run me up my money.

Its coming alive.
I'm not ashamed of me.
Straight clowning, silly *** could be.


They said, Silly rabbit, tricks are for magicians.

Abracadabra! Now you see me, now you don't.
Its coming alive. You know that ***** coming alive.
****** be talkin all that noise, issa vibe.
ro ro I'm  dolph. topping me off.
migrate to my inner circle like the petals of a lotus flower expanding through the mist of troubles like a diamond emerged in a cave of darkness.
still watch me shine, because I'm coming alive.

its amazing to visualize the dreams that I had are now my reality.
one minute I'm riding through the rural fields as a little black girl curious about the world. ****! wowla! now I'm hot, because the God is in me.

Blazin through galaxies,
passin blunts by.
smokes up in the air.
growling for success, like the hair standing up on a bear.
got on my knees and I press to sky .
no matter what you hold head uphigh.
evolving. rotating.
as the Saturn rings,
knocking for success