WHY THE FUCK I WRITE

 WHY THE FUCK I WRITE

You want me to write something, kite
its called- "why the fuck I write" -aight
I write cuz I know how to
I write cuz I have to write
I write to uncover some secret inside
I write it instead of trying to hide
I write cuz nobody hears
I write cuz nobody cares
Nobody reads when I write
except the lord of all might
but that's aight
when its all said and done
I still ama write

Mythical_Poet

WHERE I'M COMING FROM

Im coming from a place I dont know

but the place has kept me safe all the way

Im coming from dark pasts, hidden mysteries

Is where im coming from

Where im coming from I cant yet go

I dont know how to go

where im coming from

I have to know, where im coming from

where im coming from, where im coming

where am I coming from

I'm coming from a place I don't know

WHERE IM GOING

Nobody can save me, I'm in a category by myself

Where I'm going I don't know

but ill find out when I do

How the journey ends, who knows

the story of my life, how it goes

but I travel the road by faith

and when I get there is not clear

taken from Africa, born in India

carried to Jamaica never to return

I'm looking for a way

God forgives- I dont

I know I should but I wont

but am reaching near to home year after year

until the day I fly away, leave this scene

theres no where for me to go

where i'm going

MY STORY

My lyrical ability God has given me to set
me free, why, he probably feels sorry for me
or should I feel sorry for myself, my story
should not be written like ten blisters you musnt pop
I write line after and still cant stop
it just comes out my brain like a train packed
until im slapped back to reality this my fantasy
my story.
See im a reneage, a wanderer with no home
theres no where for me to go, a run away slave
looking for a home
a wanderer without a clue yet I survive through
I sojourned the seven seas and still having to roam
I walk this empty street of broken dreams
but its home to me and I walk alone
I have no friend yet I don't remain friendless
I have no equal but I'm searching whence I came
I adapt the poets life and take the poets name
cause I am the poet without fear and shame
Theres no place for me I blend with society
but feel so alone
I walk with the crowds still searching for my own
Its my night, my pain, my llegacy, my destiny

Carried from India, a peculiar child
brought to Jamaica, still seeking at trace
of a place I belonged, this place is not my home
but ill never return home for nothing is there
nothing to return to, just a broken record
of a history once known to me
It is a lonely road, but Im never alone
Ironically someone trods beside
someone near and far
so no longer I hide
Its a wanderers life, a one way street
got no place to go, nowhere to run or hide
no matter how hard Ive tried

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THE MUSICIAN IN ME

I write my lyrics word for worlds
from the heart of my pen and soul
I seek to cover this hole
and so the poems carry pain and bricks
vindictive pain  which I feed my soul.
Someone forgive me, cause I cant forgive myself
I cant forgive the pain, I cant forgive the game
stuck in the game like a wheel in a ditch
broken bones and cartilage
blood smears the sofas and seats around my bed
God can forgive but I wont
and so God forgives me instead
for not forgiving myself, feeling my pain
close to my heart he remains like money
Who do you beleive in  is it money or prayers
is it power or the man upstairs?
God bless the fleshless children in africa
may he feed them with worms and snails
as they cry to be saved, salvation for dying souls
vengeance is mine, vengeance in time
don't ask me why I stopped giving a fuck
you have a heart to care then good luck
I cry my heart is still hot but cold as ice
before you try to change this world think twice
you might cash in for a surprise
find a scope, get a clue and solve it fast
or strap your belt and be the first to last
We all cant last but the strong will continue
Dont ask me where im from or where im going
who I am or whats my cause
my only sin is being naive and so my heart in chest I leave
And I cant be the way I am anymore
its about my own survival and nothing more.

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