THE REAL WORLD
Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 8:37 am
I liked the cool and heft of it, dull metal on the palm.
And the click, the hiss, the spark fumin into flame, Mirqan never last longa
But I was building a castle in the air it simulated me to fullest; I even counted the stars in the sky.
Bad habit, dad hit the roof when he saw me laying my hands on to the packed tobacco.
I was drown out of the house so I started sluggin drifted away from homies, surviving the ravage, negative effects of life,
My dad was a stone- hearted soldier, solid social worker, typical Somali father, at home many rules to obey.
I blamed myself for being brainless, at first sacred to face the fact , no school , no home ,day after day I soon run out of money , sold my phone, swabbed my watch to food to survive , where to go ?? Temperature’s risen, I heard mama searching, and poor lil mama so I started runnin, crossed the Thames, climbin over the fences , niggas on the nerves spent the night thinking ,lonely in the darkness , dirty bitches kept comin,passin ,asking fags, answered ain’t got a thing .
I kept assessing, actin all big, so I kept hacking, hanging out my lil hectic life, how cud this happen?? Finding a job was my simple mission, homies kept looking **k the friendships, I ride alone ends I was determined, finally found a home
Plus new homies , call it halgan ,I’ve seen the world so quickly, soon I settled down, and now life is grand once more call me self-made SomaliLander , soldier minded with military knowledge and guest what??Father holla at me briefly…
I was like listen daddy …surely there Enough things to do in your side, haa thats me newboy, don’t try this at home aah
And the click, the hiss, the spark fumin into flame, Mirqan never last longa
But I was building a castle in the air it simulated me to fullest; I even counted the stars in the sky.
Bad habit, dad hit the roof when he saw me laying my hands on to the packed tobacco.
I was drown out of the house so I started sluggin drifted away from homies, surviving the ravage, negative effects of life,
My dad was a stone- hearted soldier, solid social worker, typical Somali father, at home many rules to obey.
I blamed myself for being brainless, at first sacred to face the fact , no school , no home ,day after day I soon run out of money , sold my phone, swabbed my watch to food to survive , where to go ?? Temperature’s risen, I heard mama searching, and poor lil mama so I started runnin, crossed the Thames, climbin over the fences , niggas on the nerves spent the night thinking ,lonely in the darkness , dirty bitches kept comin,passin ,asking fags, answered ain’t got a thing .
I kept assessing, actin all big, so I kept hacking, hanging out my lil hectic life, how cud this happen?? Finding a job was my simple mission, homies kept looking **k the friendships, I ride alone ends I was determined, finally found a home
Plus new homies , call it halgan ,I’ve seen the world so quickly, soon I settled down, and now life is grand once more call me self-made SomaliLander , soldier minded with military knowledge and guest what??Father holla at me briefly…
I was like listen daddy …surely there Enough things to do in your side, haa thats me newboy, don’t try this at home aah
