..just to fall asleep listening to Bach - Lupe Fiasco
I'm listening to Mark Kozelek a little too frequently, thinking about where it all started, laughing and learning how to play football scoring my own goalpost, children never played inside, it was life ending under a Canopy for a slaughtered ram, the upstairs near the mosque in Fashola street Agege, old long twenty naira notes in Ajase plates, for buying snuff, the smell of open gutter and fermented pap, Ikeja bomb blast, Eedris Abdulkaeeem's Mr lecturer
.Wickedness is a small mindedness, rather than trudge liker an anchor, be a mirage of a presence, a feather that buoys over all you survey. Reshaping the dynamic of wealth eschewing all they uphold and upholding all they eschew. A complicit nature ensures a mental blindness it asks too much of surety to not inquire and think if the other person knows and is playing them for a fool.
I still wouldn't retaliate but I will see folly through and when it gets to it's hole, move on.
Good intentions paves way open hands, for even when we carry them along they are still envious who are you to be blazing that trail, well these are bushes by your sides blaze one too.
What they steal from me becomes my sacrifice over them, It was a folly I couldn't abide by, a fiendish, and ignorant adamant to change, may we not be an egotism found out, led on, it's a sorry sight, thinking you were too good only to find reverse be the case.
.Wickedness is a small mindedness, rather than trudge liker an anchor, be a mirage of a presence, a feather that buoys over all you survey. Reshaping the dynamic of wealth eschewing all they uphold and upholding all they eschew. A complicit nature ensures a mental blindness it asks too much of surety to not inquire and think if the other person knows and is playing them for a fool.
I still wouldn't retaliate but I will see folly through and when it gets to it's hole, move on.
Good intentions paves way open hands, for even when we carry them along they are still envious who are you to be blazing that trail, well these are bushes by your sides blaze one too.
What they steal from me becomes my sacrifice over them, It was a folly I couldn't abide by, a fiendish, and ignorant adamant to change, may we not be an egotism found out, led on, it's a sorry sight, thinking you were too good only to find reverse be the case.
Be patient life will come full circle with lessons to keep being good all the while Acceptance and being water as is Bruce Lee's mantra, like a log floating the stream accept life's lesson you have been called to console nothing was ever yours goodness is a kneader with the patience of a snail you can absorb swallow and surmount.
Giving make one light susceptible to every wind of change blown your direction, it begs a question of your character, your humanity even if you can't say No, I'm better than this, then know this with love in my heart your defeat would be resounding.
I could just tell even now that I have fought them before, eventualistic wildebeests, nothing short of demonism to cause disarray between families, between lovers because of envy.
Using mind control?, your cruelty have made you servile denied you your own life Desperation dessicates
Using mind control?, your cruelty have made you servile denied you your own life Desperation dessicates
Bed Peace I have come to accept this reality, these people will never change, my protest is a rest, bonus chetabe and all things must end, we must hold ourselves to better stock.
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