I try to write a song as sweet as the Psalms,
though I am the type to bear arms
and wear my heart on my sleeve,
even when I fell in God I believe.
-Common

(those lines are very real to me, just wanted to share)

Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

she said...

She said she got issues...
the remnants of a past that didn't last
regrets of the present that turned out to be a curse
aftermath of the storm that wrecked the mast
powering the relationship
resulting in iceberg-like tears
sinking the titanic

she said she just wants to be alone...
and I get it...I do
if you're surrounded by walls,
no one will ever get to hurt you
I understand that sometimes
you just wanna step back and do you
but if you need a bell-hop to carry your baggage
it will all smell like rotten cabbage
...if not attended to

She said all men are alike...
with just one look or one word
"don't you dare!! I know your type!!!"
lookin' on in disgust
so hard to trust
or discern love from lust
for that I can't blame her
to some, life's a conquest
jumping from one, on to the next

She says she needs time...
but baby girl, don't lock yourself away
like you're guilty of a crime
...all we have is today
not asking you to rush into anything
cuz I know I'm no angel
God knows I lost my wing
but I too nurse a broken heart
see, I know, how it feels
with two hearts that are not whole
let us make one as it heals


--September 5, 2010
Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Evening flights

I love flying in the evenings. I witness the most beautiful sunsets. It really is one of those moments that take your breath away. One moment, you’re reading or watching TV, doing a crossword, playing a game or just listening to music, and the next, it’s quiet, peaceful, your eyes widen, trying to capture it all, almost like you’re taking mental photographs. You get trapped, savouring a moment that not many appreciate, or get to experience. You forget everything and everyone, staring so deep into the majestic wonders of nature. It’s not just blue skies anymore; it is slowly decorated with the beautifully rich colours of the retiring sun, clouds of various shapes and sizes, dance gracefully right before your eyes. The wide spectrum of colours, come alive right before you, and it's like you're watching TV but it's real and a lot more vivid than HD. You don’t even want to blink...you just wish you could reach out and touch it. You want to be a part of it. When the light fades, and the darkness becomes successor, I feel alone. Daily, I am blessed with the opportunity to walk through nature’s display of art. Occasionally, when I take time out from moving too fast, I stumble upon a masterpiece. Some things are better appreciated when there is someone to share it with. Not some random stranger on the plane, not a curious person who reads your blogs, but someone who evokes the same warmth...someone who sees you, as their sunset.

--September 4, 2010

Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

gimme every ting

I feel all this talk of gettin money any means necessary
is the very reason, dem teef mi bredren blackberry
hustle hard!! stack yuh paper
if it up to me, every teef turn to vapour
yuh mumma never tell yuh say nuh bloodclaat teef
cyaa even left clothes pon line again, dem gone wid all yuh brief
pree dis, mi a hard working yute
...slave everyday
why di fuck mi fi give YOU all a my pay?
YOU? weh siddung whole day a bun weed
YOU? weh suh red eye, dem a bleed
wah mek it worse oonu a rob ppl weh a struggle just like u
move wid di woman rent money fi go floss a igloo
If I was di judge, some sentence would a run
any teef, petty teef, white collar, robbery wid a gun
yuh could a even teef a space inna di line
after this judgement, all christmas present yuh decline
oonu nuh understand say ppl lose more than just possessions
they lose hope, their smile...all cause a ur corruption
waste of bloodclaat sperm
wait...likkle pussyhole, di table a go turn



Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

forecast

All I really wanna know is...
do u know the effect you have?
I just wanna break whatever agreement we had
fuck the "I don't give a fuck" clause
No, that's not all you mean to me now
you're more than just a good fuck
but why waste a good fuck
when we know it's just a misunderstanding
and u sexy buck
No, that's not my solution to everything
but it does solve a lot
cause after great sex, we actually talk
and we recognize this great thing we've got
Shhh, you look so cute when you're mad
not as good as when you smile though
see all those rainy clouds?
you know u control the weather don't?
smile.
let's have some beautiful sunshine


Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Ramblings of a mad man on twitter

let me first give a brief background to the idea of this post. This was a post made on twitter and it started a convo. It was said that, "Women have gotten easy and men have gotten lazy".

From as far back as the beginning of time, men have successfully let their egos lead them to do things that they regret, sometimes for the rest of their lives. As a result, any action that compromises the safety of said ego, is immediately dismissed as blasphemy. Pause, this is a huge misrepresentation of the real men that still live and exist in this world that we live in today, but let's go along with the masses to prove a point. I bet all the feminists were pumping their fists like they were at some rally. *smh*

Every time a man messes up and he admits that he was wrong, he runs to the jewelery store or the flower shop. He either buys her something expensive, sends her flowers at work so that everyone will "awww, that's so sweet" and ride her to forgive him or he takes her to that one special place she always wanted him to take her. This is an attempt to speed up the "make-up" process and get him back in her good graces. This method has been tried and proven time and time again...look at Kobe....lol. It's nothing new. Maybe we're just catching on.

Now, for argument's sake, if my ego doesn't allow me to grovel at your feet and I know of a method that works, why the hell wouldn't I use it. If it works in a relationship, what are the odds it wouldn't work outside of one? Let's see, women like to be pampered with all the finest things in life. Not saying that women are totally vain...and yes, I said totally. Come on, you know that's definitely a way to your hearts, be a good hospital and admit it.

You catch my eye and I now have to prove to you that I want you and I am a good man for you by jumping through hoops and taming lions. Sometimes oonu done a pree already and want tango, so why? We know where we are and where we wanna be. We skip the chase and get straight to the point, you want a life of comfort and luxury, I can give that to you, what's that? you need proof? Bam!!! Shopping spree. Bam!!! mani and pedi. Now here's where the woman-version of an ego chips in, "ooohhh girl, he really loves you, you should...". Here we see that maybe, you're not the "easy" one, oh but your friends are!! And your friends influence you like our ego plays us.

From I was a child, I kept hearing, "yuh cyaa carry dat go supermarket!". Our society made us vain and so we show more appreciation for the more physical things in life, things that are seemingly more rewarding at the time. It mek sense, doan? At least, yuh have suppem fi show when it's all said and done. Our values have indeed crumbled like the buildings in Haiti after the earthquake but hey, you don't have to be a part of that. In addition, our fear for getting hurt has made us all crawl back into our shells where we spend our lives in fear. We keep it strictly physical, no one gets hurt. No harm, no foul.

So in essence, some men are lazy, some women are easy. But I'm a broke nigga, I got to put in work the conventional way - long conversations (sometimes about nothing), making her smile, hanging out together etc. Men who are willing to work for what they want still exist and they still try every day. Usually it's with a woman they feel is worth it, after all we weren't designed to whip out our emotions like that. (yes we more frequently whip out other things..blah blah blah). Real men respect women whom he doesn't consider to be easy. And that's the true definition of a wifey, it's not because you walk out like Liquid said.


Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

just words

It's 1:04am on a Sunday
and yet I feel inspired to write
Not sure why the sudden urge
Or what will be my muse tonight
Maybe my heart is full
And I need to do some spring cleaning
Decipher my emotions
While trynna figure out exactly how I'm feeling
Ok let's see...
I know I miss real love and intimacy
What can I say? I've always been a hopeless romantic
My inception of fallacy?
I just want my heart to be happy
Not imprisoned by regrets and fears
God knows I've dished out pain and hurt
I've also received more than my fair share
I just wanna wipe the slate clean
Spend the rest of my life with my soulmate
Not caught up staring in the rear view mirror
And realising I missed her when it's too late
I get so caught up trying to be somebody
A gift and a curse...my passion to be...
And sometimes I forget to be a father
And quite honestly it kills me
Not knowing what to say, what to do
...how to be...
I've messed up just about everything I touch
My relationships, my job, everything around me
I try sooo very hard...
And I discovered that that's the problem
I don't think I'm screwed up
I just haven't fully figured out myself or life as yet

...Bear with me...


Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Trynna recoup

like water from streams rushing to the ocean
I sat there catching her every word
my eyes sparkle just seeing her smile
like the sky being beautifully coloured...after the rain
just look at her...
she's my relief
...after the pain
effortlessly dressing my wounds
after bombs rained on my heart's platoon
I built so many walls since then
and yet her voice echoes in my most inner room
no idea how she got there
doors were all chained shut
I can tell that she knows
by that modest, yet confident strut
she knows her powers
with great power comes responsibility
can I trust her?
Lord, I'm but a weak man
protect my heart at this hour






Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

How we got to a State of Emergency?

Jamaicans are known to be aggressive, passionate, multi-talented individuals who strive to be the best at whatever they set their minds to. More often than not, we don't simply settle for being good at something, we want to dominate. We see that in sports(eg. Usain, Shelly-Ann, Asafa, Chris Gayle, bobsled team, Sunshine Girls, Reggae Boyz). Also, in areas challenging wits, such as Spelling Bee (Jody-Ann Maxwell), our many accomplished pilots, entrepreneurs and scientists.

Sadly, the stories we hear daily are those of individuals who are easily misled into thinking that crime pays or making a quick buck from chatting garbage wrongfully molding the weak minds of the gullible. I was watching "American Gangster: The Jamaican Shower Posse" recently, and it documented the gangs resolve to not only establish themselves in the drug and gun trade but impose a hostile takeover, killing all who stood in their way.

In more recent times, we see where several communities, labeled garrisons, are being ruled by gangs or just one don with a loyal following. Garrisons have adapted this type of "governance" for several reasons, namely:
1. People in that community cannot count on representation from government, to meet their needs as a people and enforce their rights as a citizen of that country.

2. There are those among us who feel they can do a better job as government officials but lack trust in the "system" and also was not afforded the opportunity to be a part of it.

3. The high illiteracy and impoverished state of most, if not all, residents living there.

4. Media does not adequately highlight positive role models, who possibly bore the same struggles and emerged successful through legitimate hard work.

5. Most politicians have become more concerned with playing politics than seeking to better the country. And as a result, there has been significant evidence of corruption stemming from the head of state down to a boy fresh from his mother's womb.

Youths growing up aspire to one day be the area leader that takes care of his community and one that other communities fear. Hence poverty, crime and violence continues to be a major part of our generations ruthless cycle. People look to the area don or government to solve their problem rather than hard work and dedication. Some have become comfortable with robbing, exploiting or begging those who have struggled to make something of themselves.

The web of deception spun by politicians has become so widespread that no one politician, or event, whether state of emergency or election will be able to untangle. It's going to take a concerted effort by the people of the country to decide what is best for us all and move in that direction.

I remember one night, a couple of us were hanging out and drinking and a discussion came up. It was thrown out by one radical mind that we should have schools to care for babies and train them to think for themselves, solve problems efficiently and help them blossom into well rounded, intellectual beings without all the exposure to already corrupted elements. Drastic, isn't it? Are we really that lost that we need to employ these drastic measures to find our way back?

I think until we are able to elevate our thinking higher than just ourselves or any particular political party or any one man for that matter, we will forever be stuck in the mud of turmoil, with our wheels spinning but going nowhere but down, deeper til we finally implode.
Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

sigh

I listen to songs that talk about how great life is and how money makes their worlds so much better. Then there are those who are drowning in despair, violence and poverty. These songs provide inspiration, comfort or even just to let me know that things could be worse.

I wake up daily and go through my usual routine. Things change so much around me that as sad as it sounds, I've gotten dependent on that constant to give me some stability. Others are of the opinion that it's not healthy but it keeps me "grounded".

I stayed up all night/morning wondering why people's views change, why one's word means nothing anymore, why does one's emotions toss and turn like the rough sea, why me, why not me?

After hours upon hours, I didn't find satisfaction in the answers I summised. So here I am, tired...frustrated...hurt...disappointed...concerned.

I also noticed something else, I'm think I've evolved. Not sure whether it's for the better or worse. No one seems to be pleased with who I am or who I've become. I hear the constant groans of disgust, disdain, disappointment, disrespect

Unsure of my direction, I step out into an uncertain world. My life means nothing to me anymore. I feel nothing. No longer wanna be something. I'm a zombie trodding on a journey that doesn't seem to be my own. This is just me taking some time to catch my breath, as I look on to the horizon


--written November 19, 2008

Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Just Out of Curiousity

wat a way things change up.

why is it that if I ask somebody if a girl look good, once a dem friend, dem seh she have a nice personality? We're talking about physical attributes here, not that I'm vain or anything....well yes i am kinda vain, cuz Jah know, mi wouldnt want get a heart attack when mi wake up and see her inna di mawning. But that's a different story. So yea, if we talking bout physical, why bring up something like her personality? Never seen anyone having sex with another person's personality. Quite frankly, that concept may give the ugly girl dem wid the pop dung body the advantage, since that's their personality isnt beyond their control. Word of advice, if she nuh look, she jus nuh look good.

Man dem, what's the deal with the whole man purse, scarf, tight pants, bleach out face, eyebrow neatly thin and well done, pants deh half way down ur thighs trend that's spreading through our society? We keep adopting certain "fashion statements" from people from various other cultures and that's cool. However alot of these fads, are derived from people who we are not in support of their lifestyles, and that's putting it mildly. We still boast of how homophobic our culture is and yet, just walking on the road, I'm not exactly sure where I am. It's almost like we lost ourselves somehow or I'm the one that's lost or trapped in some parallel universe. Men have become so metro-sexual, it's scary. It's almost like the roles have been reversed. No wonder Usher a sing bout trading places. Know yourself please. Dats all mi a beg, jus understand seh there are certain things that a man is supposed to do and there are certain things he's not.

Wah a gwaan fi di excessive make up and rapunzelitis? If you nuh look good without make up, what are the odds u a go look good after? Different, yes, I'll give you dat. Maybe where you're from, anything but how u look now is acceptable and I can understand that way of thinking but as far fetched as this may seem, different is not necessarily better. Nuff girl cyaa even walk fast cuz the horse hair so heavy dem neck a strain fi hol' up dem head. Wah dat fah? From a mile out u can tell seh dat nuh real...two different texture, two different colour. nobody subtle bout nutten again. I think that's partially why mi love locks so much, dem nuh have dem problem deh. Some ppl all have rainbow colours.....jah know...stop live inna loou.

Man dem, Jah know, u find a good girl treat her right please.....mi tired fi a council oonu woman now. Dr Phil is no longer in office....him cyaa pay him bill dem....RECESSION. So all dis free councillin gone pon recession too. Women, lemme help u out likkle bit. Not everybody will be a wife, u have more woman dan man......so in other words, some woman haffi go do without or share. Some women need fi look inna demself too, u're always the girl on the side for a reason....things work out fi u so far.....why try change up now? You're an excellent secretary, why u want run di company if u have no experience and u lack know how? You just gonna end up having a secretary and CEO at ur company who dont know weh di rass dem a do. So please, know ur strengths and weaknesses......improve on them.....nothing is wrong with having high hopes but hey, u have to work towards ur goals.....cant let u run di company if u're not qualified...or maybe it's just not the right time. Be patient, it's a virtue.

Stop look other ppl man or woman and den encourage den fi leff dem other half fi u. It's quite possible that one of four things are gonna happen. 1) that person is gonna try find every reason to stay in the situation they are cuz it just may be a better option to keep u as a friend with benefits. 2)That person will be turned off by u nagging them and causing more drama or stress. so because u want all, u lose all. 3)Dat person will leave their other half for you and you'll live happily ever after. 4) Dat person will leave their other half to be with you and then sometime down the line, somebody does the same thing to dat person and you're gonna end up being left on the way side. Now dat sound like a 25% chance of happiness, so dat leaves 75%. Do you still think the odds are in ur favour?

Mi glad seh dem ban di daggering song dem. Wah a gwaan wid di jump off a building and land pon woman, di lift up and run up and dung ting, a spin like gig? Man a throw woman fi next man ketch her and fi di entire night is either di man dem a dance by demself or dem a stab behind a girl? Seriously?!?!?!? WTF?!?!? Mi nuh see the enjoyment inna dat, I guess oonu can seh me old. I mean at first it was amusing but den oonu tek it way too far, just like the fashion ting. Mi like wine pon a girl and mek she wine pon me. Mi cyaa promise nobody seh mi a go roll pon di ground and all these things.


--written March 5, 2009

Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

A nuh vent this...more like open air

How di raass crime and violence fi go dung inna da country yah if so much pussyhole live yah? You a provide a service and because dem put 20 cent pon gas, you put $1000 pon yuh service charge and at the same time a tell yuh employee dem say u haffi go cut cost. Real pussyhole behaviour.

You dun a mek a profit. Things gone up, you nuh want nutten cut inna da profit deh so u cut back ppl pay or cut staff so dat u can still arite. Is like u a try mek as much as u can and cut.

Bloodclaat bwoy. Mi never see a set a ppl with such a fuck up mentality nuh weh else inna di world a bumboclaat. School fee raise september gone by 4 grand, ppl pay it, by january it raise by 6 grand ppl pay it, now dem a put on 12 fuckin thousand and a say "this is regrettable and unfortunate but due to the climb in gas prices and failin economy and teacher's gettin an increase in salary, they saw it fit". Weh di bumboclaat yuh mean by "saw it fit"? A oonu same bumbohole drive man fi rob bloodclaat ppl cuz nuh matter how hard him try, oonu milk every dollar and mek man feel wutliss. Ppl like oonu mi nuh sorry fah when man dig oonu dung a road and tek weh oonu money and car.

And when ppl ccomplain bout how oon behave, the firs ting oonu bawl out, "well u have the option to move ur child to a primary school". Oonu try hold dung ppl like some real crab inna barrel. Fi oonu pocket haffi stay fat and di same man weh help u reach weh u deh a dead fi hungry. Fi oonu idea or being smart is fuckin up somebody else life so u can cris.

Right now, mi lie dung inna mi bed still. Mi sure seh work start aready but di amount a bloodclaat emotion a run thru mi head mi cyaa even move a raassclaat

Wait, oonu a go get fi oonu own man. Time will bloodclaat tell

--written May 26, 2009

Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

Resolve

Either love means nothing or us humans lost the meaning a long time ago. I guess it was the best thing before slice bread. But now that slice bread is out, who needs love.

We fall in lust, infatuation, in love with a flawed reflection of what the ideal person is supposed to be like. When relationships or potential relationships don't work, you say you loved that person more than anything else but it just wasn't working. You comfort yourself by saying he or she already messed up before and you gave them a chance but this is the last straw.

I encourage no one to stay in a relationship or marriage where they are constantly being abused physically or mentally. Same can be said where one or both parties neglect their vows.

Problem is, it is easy to forget that the other person is human. Just cuz the person "loves you", the pain is that much greater if you get hurt as a result of something the person did. And it's so much easier to forgive your enemy than your "lover". It is the mindset that that person knows ur likes and dislikes and therefore, it's a sin to disappoint or hurt you. The concept is understandable but somewhat misguided based on the fact that we are human. This is not an attempt to excuse the other person's actions. However, you being human usually makes you act out of accordance with the definition of true love. So it's an eye for an eye. That's not love

I am at the point where I think humans are incapable of demonstrating true love.

Based on this conclusion, it is next to impossible for anyone to say "I love you" and it has any great impact on me. Am I gone cold? No. I'm just more conscious now that "love" is a thing of convenience, as long as you treat me how I want to be treated, then I love you

**the views expressed are mine, be free to disagree...after all I disagree with every one of you**

--written June 12, 2009

Kavon McKenzie Copyright 2010

'spectal view

Look closely
What do u see?
What's the first thought that pops up
At the very mention of me?
Can you point out my faults
With the naked eye?
Can you feel my pain?
Would it make you cry?

Here are my shoes
Try 'em on
See where I've been
Look at what I've become
I dare you...to get to know...me
The real me, not the person everybody sees

Is it really worth it?
Or has ur interest gotten entangled with the breeze?
...lost...
...forever
Much like I feel sometimes
Alone...
Can u hear it in my voice?
Do u understand my resolve?
Agree with the choices
...I've made...
...my bed
And like a disobedient child,
I stand in it
Cuz I'm headstrong like that

My life is like a jungle
And I'm The Lion in this bitch
That can't stop, won't stop nigga who won't back down until he's rich
My mother says my pride will kill me,
Do you?
Or is it you that kill me every time u remind me of the things you do?

I've got a big heart
Will u listen its rhythmic beats?
Does the music of my heart make you wanna break dance in the middle of the street?
See I keep it strapped to my sleeve,
It's my ipod
It's really sad that when I look in the mirror,
I no longer see the image of God

Will I ever return like the prodigal?
...will I be forgiven?
If you knew all my secrets,
Would you console me or insist I be disciplined?
Punished for my sins
...for my actions
...for my thoughts
Now use my eyes to look at you?
Is it awkward?
It aint easy being me
But if u wanna keep up...wanna battle me nigga?
Put your best foot forward

Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2010

a rainy day

I caught myself staring
gazing at dark, burgundy curtains that protect me
screening the eyes of the neighbour and his girl,
and from the blinding lights of the outside world.
At the same, inspiring me to stay in bed all day
be lazy, reflect.... *sigh*
can't really help lying here listening to the rain.
Days like these make me appreciate things more
the simpler, finer things in life
slowing my heart rate
taking time out from the fast pace
clear my head


Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2010

ration

Every time I fall in love
Her name is written on my heart
And every time my heart breaks,
I search through the rubble for the biggest part.
That piece now belongs to her and no one can claim it
I'll always love her
Nothing or no one can change that
That's testament that my love is true
but I gotta gather the pieces that scattered
I gotta build, I gotta move on
I love you but it doesn't mean we're meant to be together


Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2010

seeking atonement

Standing in the shower
Water running down my body
Running down my head
Concealing the tears streaming down my face
How did I get here?
How do I stop this pain?
I broke her heart
Broke my word
Promises to make u happy
Promises that I would never hurt you
But here I am in the shower
Washing away the pieces of my heart down the drain
Can't even stop crying long enough to see past my eyelids
Nothing I ever said will have the same effect
I know this
This is my sentence
I have to live with it
Just hope the words "I'm sorry"
Make it through the walls which confine me
And make it to your heart
I pray you will forgive me one day


Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2010

love unrequited

She hardly ever smiles
But it pleased me the few times she did
And so, I volunteered to make her happy
She didn't send out a RFP, I was self appointed
I grew more fond of her as time went by
And the closer we got
Soon after I realised, I thought about her more often than not
Like a crack addict, I'm hooked
I love me some her
so hard to focus, impatiently waiting for yet another moment together
Now I'm stuck in a rut, drowning in you
And you're saying you gotta let me go
But how do I strip myself from myself
You've become more a part of me than u know
Do I really have to?
Is there really no other way?
Any way we can just be?
I know I can make you happy
Yet she still insists...
And my heart breaks
Crumbling like the buildings after Haiti's earthquake



Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2010

Alone

When death takes away a loved one
we never really know how to let go
It's like we're stuck between reality and make belief,
caught between the truth and "say it ain't so".
All of a sudden, you're reminded
of how much that person mattered to you
How much you cant or don't want to live without them
all the things you wanted to say or do.
With each memory,
your heart breaks
world turned upside down
like the aftermath of a terrible earthquake.
Gazing into space, still shaking,
overcome with guilt
feeling like it's all your fault,
like you could have somehow prevented it.
tears well up your eyes
cuz you wish they were still around
you see their faces when you close your eyes
their laughs, their voices, you still hear the sound.
There's an unbearable pain in your chest
and you cry even though crying won't bring them back
you try everything to distract yourself
but it's all in vain
cuz everything and everyone reminds you of them
and that just adds to the pain
the anguish you suffer all because you love
no matter what you do it never feels like enough...
....to honour their memory, ...to celebrate their lives
it's almost two years now since my grandmother died
and I'm still dying inside
confused by the dreams I have of her
wondering if this will continue forever
I am not as strong
I am not as complete
the more I lose, the more I wanna isolate myself
be that impenetrable island
Alone I stand, I miss nothing or no-one
Alone I stand
...Alone

Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2010

suicidal tendencies

As the tears and cries of the loved ones who survived
became louder and more unbearable
I stood up to free my thoughts, make them readable
It's a dog eat dog world out there
Survival of the fittest
But every man breaks if he keeps going beyond his limits
They say you're weak if u commit suicide
You're just trying to run away; find a place to hide

But isn't it also suicide when you drown your liver and kidney in rum?
Smoke enough packs or joints a day to qualify for the "chooo choooo" syndrome?
Or when you speed on the roads daily
Overtake a line of traffic, you'd swear is a rally
Don't forget, man a gallis and condom take weh from the feeling
Women who get abused physically and emotionally becuz a deejay seh dem must be dreamin
Man who rather dead than forgive or give a bly
Politician who dig themselves and others deeper and deeper with a bag a lie
All poison whether slowly ingested or induced with one shot
You're the one who's weak
You're the one who's afraid
Too scared to take ur own life
I mean, after all it's urs
You're nothing.... but a big... fat.... coward
But hey, what do I know?
I'm scared too, well, that and I'm too in love with me
Love life, love yourself


Jan 11, 2010

Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2010