Ramadan Is round the corner
Feds came In & took the burner
Wasn’t guilty yeah at all
Cos I waited for the call
At the time my whole demeanour
Might’ve changed I’ve gone so leaner
All my sins were on the wall
Waiting for It all to fall
Forgiveness Is the cure we all need
Istighfar the one with prayer bead
Many times we all recite
Through the day & through the night
Now a flower from a small seed
With the power & my good deed
Doing that I saw the light
Wear my hat the sun Is bright
Can’t compare with everybody
Fingerprints are not the same….
I’m just me I’m not with Tony
Look elsewhere so you can blame….
So you know we’re not alike
My advice go take a hike
Younger days was on my bike
Looking back the things I like
Always grateful that I’m living
All the thanks I did for giving
That’s just me I learned from mum
Stand up guy cos I’m her son
Miss her so much & I’m praying
Writing rhymes you know I’m slaying
None like me too bad for some
Counting days became a sum
But for real you know I do this
People waste my time I dismiss
Cos I’m on a different lane
See a pic of me like Bane
For this journey need my blessing
One on one with God no stressing
Know my duas you know I’m sane
Learnt a lot through all the pain
Sharpened up they called me pencil
Way I write I got potential
Do have bars you know that’s true
Take a hint I’ll give a clue
As a poet know I’m trying
Watch out for them guys they lying
They belong with boys In blue
With them piggies In their crew
When I’m writing know I’m biting
In my head I’m always fighting
Mental health I patterned that
When I pray put on my hat
But I’m lighting up the sighting
Seek forgiveness so exciting
Put my head down on the mat
In sujood yeah just like that
Can’t compare with everybody
Fingerprints are not the same….
I’m just me I’m not with Tony
Look elsewhere so you can blame….
So you know we’re not alike
My advice go take a hike
Younger days was on my bike
Looking back the things I like
About the Creator
Haychie_Artist
Just A Regular Guy From London Who
Writes & Rhymes….
Writing & Rhyming Comes From The
Heart….
Voice For The Voiceless….
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