Amadu Amaru, 29 december 2011
(2 Robert Mugabe)*
From defeat to victory; they were
stronger but now they’re stripped
How could they bill the goals you set forth?
Instead they fade the pride.
These hypocrites claimed they watchin’
your back but they the same vultures
trying to screw you up
Look how far we came, tried to Mack
us in the process.
Though freedom is never free;
spending years in prison, a prisoner
of war
And soon as you r out then you’re a hero
The Conspiracy they claimed to owe;
claiming that we came trough empty
handed yet we’re determined to achieve
all we came for underhanded.
Just Freedom fighting the only option.
Amadu Amaru, 29 december 2011
Sometimes when I’m alone I cry
Hoping the world could hear me
But do the Lord care.
Try to reminisce though it hurts
When I was in the penitentiary,
At least I could find somethin’ to eat
And I would have somebody to talk to,
When I’m alone.
I still pray for better days though life is hard
We carry on.
Can somebody help me, tell me where to go
From here
Cause out here I’m alone
Amadu Amaru, 28 december 2011
Did you know, even the wingless
Bird can fly to the sky?
Frenzied however he is a mad
man still survives.
An acquisitive hunter is
Determined to kill, at least an
animal a day.
Did you know you can spend;
Hours, days, weeks and perhaps
Months, trying to analyze situations,
And sometimes you can leave
Situations on the floor and move on.
Did you know a flower still luster
Even when not in the Bouquet?
A sophisticated weapon once failed
Its operator
How many times have you counted,
That you had tragedies but still lived?
Did you know?
Amadu Amaru, 28 december 2011
We have all changed places
Though we both came from the same place
I still recall when we were kids;
We used to be stubborn
Playin’ around the
neighborhood scrapping
And fighting all times.
Just remember when we were kids,
Used to stress up mama, traded places and acted kiddies.
Now we heavy in the game going lame
Cause the devils tame; the demons are vultures
Cause it’s a culture, why we all sick!
If only we could be kids again, cause hangin’ out
Playin’ dozens was a good one,
Kickin’ up dust till dawn
Back when we were kids.
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