story of an african son

And as she came Light were her things Simple were her ways Her motto was to never die As she came Love was all she claimed I drank her water Trying to quench this undying thrist Ooh as she came Pain was all she left behind Sad music and sad poetry The death of all that was true And when she cames I promised to shield her Protect her from all that we lost I promised to live our lie again As she left Five in the morning, in the cold rain In claims of I don't need you no more Her and her Lightskin things

Obsessed with the oldern ways Wishing I could write you just for the thrill of the wait I teach myself lessons everyday Just getting an inch further from the darkness I pray for sanity and Calmer days Days not filled with loneliness And memories of you leaving with my T-shirt on Twelve hours next to one of my best memories Let's make a tost to all the stupid things I do I always thought she would get used to it This intense, unstable math question Walking out with that fake smile Feeling lost and forgotten Am mixing too much emotion with this William Lawson's Feeling at a loss of words Effects of loss of inspiration, I think Lay them all on me, the problems of the true and free She calls me at twelve,dominant queen with an acquire d taste In a po sition of restraint she ask , do you rea lly want to love som ebody ?

Our first superman Grown in knowledge and strength Leader by nature Mentor to all Sixteen years of the right ways Living in his guidance Peaceful are his ways Noble is his mission A modern day philosopher Words that just take you away Sometimes I feel lost from the path he taught I write to live up to the belief he had when none saw it Teacher to the believers Father to the abandoned I try to find my way back Sending messages to the inner me Remember the words that have brought you this far Bring home the man he molded I write to remember a hero And a guardian to most

I have lived life to my finest Enjoyed as much of it as I could I remember the beautiful memories Moments of pure love and joy Days spent in the east Lost but found in each other That was when we lived I woke up to a beautiful face today Reminded me of how much we lost Days of no care and free spirited living Doing Jamaican things under the sheets Now we are all grown up Choice is not a choice no more Beautiful deception,beautiful redemption ''Levis you need to move on'' Those are the last words she said It would have gone even worse but oh well Time to set my mind free Look up to the most high for the peace Just be me for as long as I can For this is everything I know