I'm happier than I use to be
Drinking HONEY in my human bee
Squeezing my hard work on the breast
Yummy like an African yeast
Tiers bended to gimme a kiss
Tongue hanging for a hiss
Wet on the bed of my dream
Yearning for my cream
My trouser's seedling
I'm staring up into the ceiling
For the happy life I'm living
I'm superhuman, am non-living
"No money no honey"
No honey for me to give money
I need some rice on the plate
I'm sweeter than a cake
I reached the finish line, I'm not racing
Who're they chasing?
Be careful who you trust
Both salt and sugar are white
Not only snow is white
Flour 'n milkpower are both white but not the same
Don't care if you're wrong or right
Whether you're black or white
Don't underestimate my brain
I'm meant for change
My rhymes are looking so ungrateful
Bcos love isn't tasteful
But they'll never make me hate you
I'm born grateful
For the pain in your heart is restful
The hall of fame is not full
Is King ML sitting on The Throne of Jinns
Much as I do my reader
The pen remains my leader
If money grow on trees
Get the roots in your house
If you can't water the tree
Get the money first , get the power
And then get the women
No African girl will choose six packs over six cars
Tell my fellow men to stop the gym and work hard
I make you pay attention
For suffocation of inattention
To keep me unsafe
It's down here take a walk with Satan
The magic came with a sprinkler
I'm the reason for the gossip and frenzy
For haters who envy
Tell them I'm now in another world
The world of the supernatural
Rest In Peace grandfather, Demba Racki
Gorr yabula teh jinneh mussula fonto
Grandmother, Yaye-Binta Faye
Gissumalen, y awma sen feye
My imagination just defeated my seeing
I race in my heart
Laughter got me laughing
Smile broke my broken teeth into pieces
Peace married my emotions
Happiness invaded my anger
Misery missed my footsteps
Worrying waved my mind with joy
Mixed with strawberry of hope in a fruit-salad
Je suis malade
Maintenant je comprends Français
Aujour'hui, je suis très heureux
When the truth is told, lies end with shame
A MESSAGE FROM MODOU: All Rights Reserved! Thank you for reading and following my blog. Should you wish to use any of my articles for personal use, research, lectures, etc, kindly address your messages to: modoulaminsowe1@hotmail.com. Copying any of my articles without a written permission to, is an infringement of Copyright. I hope this blog post finds you well and the new year has begun on a great note. I am well too and looking forward to a great 2018 as I engage more with you. I appreciate you for being part of my 2017 readers around the world. I write to tell you that you can now translate all my blog posts into any language in the world . Simply type the language of your choice in the textbox below the inscription " Pageviews", it can be found on your right-hand of this page. You're all important to me, for everyone as I look at the wholesome approach to the discussion on overall African protest literature and the link to religious poetry from a person-centered view.
Drinking HONEY in my human bee
Squeezing my hard work on the breast
Yummy like an African yeast
Tiers bended to gimme a kiss
Tongue hanging for a hiss
Wet on the bed of my dream
Yearning for my cream
My trouser's seedling
I'm staring up into the ceiling
For the happy life I'm living
I'm superhuman, am non-living
"No money no honey"
No honey for me to give money
I need some rice on the plate
I'm sweeter than a cake
I reached the finish line, I'm not racing
Who're they chasing?
Be careful who you trust
Both salt and sugar are white
Not only snow is white
Flour 'n milkpower are both white but not the same
Don't care if you're wrong or right
Whether you're black or white
Don't underestimate my brain
I'm meant for change
My rhymes are looking so ungrateful
Bcos love isn't tasteful
But they'll never make me hate you
I'm born grateful
For the pain in your heart is restful
The hall of fame is not full
Is King ML sitting on The Throne of Jinns
Much as I do my reader
The pen remains my leader
If money grow on trees
Get the roots in your house
If you can't water the tree
Get the money first , get the power
And then get the women
No African girl will choose six packs over six cars
Tell my fellow men to stop the gym and work hard
I make you pay attention
For suffocation of inattention
To keep me unsafe
It's down here take a walk with Satan
The magic came with a sprinkler
I'm the reason for the gossip and frenzy
For haters who envy
Tell them I'm now in another world
The world of the supernatural
Rest In Peace grandfather, Demba Racki
Gorr yabula teh jinneh mussula fonto
Grandmother, Yaye-Binta Faye
Gissumalen, y awma sen feye
My imagination just defeated my seeing
I race in my heart
Laughter got me laughing
Smile broke my broken teeth into pieces
Peace married my emotions
Happiness invaded my anger
Misery missed my footsteps
Worrying waved my mind with joy
Mixed with strawberry of hope in a fruit-salad
Je suis malade
Maintenant je comprends Français
Aujour'hui, je suis très heureux
When the truth is told, lies end with shame
A MESSAGE FROM MODOU: All Rights Reserved! Thank you for reading and following my blog. Should you wish to use any of my articles for personal use, research, lectures, etc, kindly address your messages to: modoulaminsowe1@hotmail.com. Copying any of my articles without a written permission to, is an infringement of Copyright. I hope this blog post finds you well and the new year has begun on a great note. I am well too and looking forward to a great 2018 as I engage more with you. I appreciate you for being part of my 2017 readers around the world. I write to tell you that you can now translate all my blog posts into any language in the world . Simply type the language of your choice in the textbox below the inscription " Pageviews", it can be found on your right-hand of this page. You're all important to me, for everyone as I look at the wholesome approach to the discussion on overall African protest literature and the link to religious poetry from a person-centered view.
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