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Mutombo da poet – I for talk ft M3nsa

_Steve (follow me on twitter @song_1985)

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Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?
I am so bad I’m good
what you try so hard to start
I finish with stupid ease
but noo charley no diss here

just stating the obvious, miss
can’t compete with this here
you can have him
through with him
bottom feeder,boot licker,shoe cleaner
I knocked his socks off
you were just his jump off
noo charley no diss

just stating the clear and conspicuous
Love me with your heart wide open
suffocate me with your mush-mush
i’ll do the same
but keep this between us, hush-hush
dont make this gather rust
strike when the iron is hot
or you’ll go bust, better trust
noo charley no diss just ribbing

a mental puzzle
trying to solve me is next to impossible
an open book I am though
left open to the non-shallow
V.I.Ps ‘R’ us, better trust
I am the special kind,
classic straight arrow bent at right angles
the kind that worships the creator of the heavens and deep blue seas
the kind that bows to noone I can see
the type you only see when it’s too late
the kind that hunts your soul to oblivion
the kind that cooks without salt and onions
the kind who drinks tequilla shots with lemons

charley, just kidding.

but seriously,
if you know not who I b still
then start over from the top
or with one blow I’ll make you drop.

-Written for my cousin Ida-

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yeah go on, go on
do it again
ooh yeah i like that
oh shit i felt that one right there
yeah give me that bone-hardening wink again
haha yeah, yeah just like that
don’t stop…

…your boyfriend looks really buff
oh shit he is walking this way
sprinting actually

now why is my shirt clenched in his fist
why are my nostrils wet with blood
my canines lose in their socket
why does his twin taunt me

the floor is warm with my blood
cheeks deeply dented into the pool…

it all comes back to me
you, you who just stood there still as a statue
watching me get pummeled
i could have sworn i saw a grin
of all the things you could have been Gin
setup or bad timing
i want it all over again
black eye and all
just one more time
so you can tease me senseless


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There comes a point in time
when words can’t express what you feel inside
your thoughts lack expression

you feel like speaking to no one
nonchalance draws a pattern on your face
with distance silhouetted in your eyes

attempted conversation turns folly
forced smiles make you want to cry
a touch is horror to your senses

that feeling where receding deeper is sweet
where your dashed hopes and aspirations weave a flowery citadel
where your secrets are safe with you

you dream awake
you die alive
your sadness expressionless

you look into space
wishing tearstains on your face
wanting an escape

still you remain paralyzed within
trapped inside the turbulence of thoughts and feelings
searching for truths and meanings.

–Written by guest poet and friend, Elikem Dzisam

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Life is like …

Life is like…

Life is like watching ”Efiewura”
It can be entertaining or bore you to sleep

Life is like brushing your teeth with soldered iron filings
Bloody messy

Life is like an icecream cone
You have to pay to enjoy it.

Life is like drinking and driving
Very risky

Life is like riding a camel
It can be an enjoyable ride but will leave you smelling like


Life is like shooting down a Boeing 747
Aim high

Life is like making love
You lose focus when you look down

Life is like having lots of shallow friends
It is not around in death

Life is like being taught calculus by a bad math teacher
It will leave you confused or with a headache

Life is like dressing like Kofi Wayo
It has no fashion sense

Life is like a ticking time-bomb
Never on schedule but always on time

Life is like conning a con-artist
It might end up conning you

Life is like talking to a brick wall
It never talks back.

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