Birthed by the belly beast
To raise valley truth of hell.
When I walk in the alley of death.
I talk breath of crime for survival.
My brother was murdered without
justice that is why am ruthless
with words but toothless with violence.
Enter solitary mind of a lost soul
Find caskets open for my enemies I got no energies throwing shade at them.
I call a spade a spade.
Sisters are choked by crack.
Giving birth to a lost junkie.
Pastor sodomize congregation.
The system still practice segregation on truthful information.
Love is found in the coward gangs cause you feel the same pangs until the fangs poke or hang or bang your medulla like stumped melon.
Brothers are hooked to pornography .
Government use propaganda to photograph perfect illusion of life filled with lies.. youth's mind is clouded with smoke of weed.
Gossipers are always filled with flies.
Check x file pastors are rich
but don't pay back by anything.
Traditional healers are called
witches and wizards but pharmacies use their medicinal herb for your healing.
Parasites are friends who
appear only during good times.
You'll reach paradise if you work hard or only in dreams if you're lazy.
Poetry still remain useless to baseless mind. Poverty
Is a disease if you live with it.
Liberty is when you realise
That success has no limits.

By: Melvey koka (the Surgical Poet)
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Sonador (the dreamer)
© Melvey koka