Prayed for a lifeline
Stayed within the guideline
Through them years had patience like a fine wine
Up I saw the skyline
Waiting for the airline
Floating by getting ready for the big sign
Don’t worry about my waistline
Focus on Palestine
Heart so big one day they get the sunshine
Listen to the bass line
While I’m on FaceTime
Watching the news fam waiting for the headline
As I grab my hotline
Tidying up my hairline
The call went out but nearly missed my mainline
When I go online
Tryna not outshine
I see they mist but I’m really on cloud nine
Looking for a co-sign
‘Till I hit the deadline
Life’s so good man had to be on a straight line
Even If I declined
Maybe I was offline
Got back up man I saw that as a plus sign
All I needed was time
With abit of lemon lime
Call It fresh while I queue for the breadline
Get ready for the punchline
As It Is crunch time
That’s how I feel when I write my rhyme
Weren’t In my bloodline
I really had to combine
The words I use and drop call It touchline
Grateful for the lifeline
Had to wait about time
Seeking for love and peace for the dateline
About the Creator
Haychie_Artist
Just A Regular Guy From London Who
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