Monday, May 13, 2013

Risen again and get this aint blasphemy



It’s too late but I learnt not to regret
I feel like a bullet pierced my heart
I don’t regret but this pain is pushing me to
I found this and I can’t even have a word for it
It was amazing; they say the best hurts the most
Shit I feel like OJ on the murder trail
Just before the harmer feel to pass the verdict
The most annoying thing I made it an addict
Damn I am so addicted like a junkie
Never wanted to be in this state of a junkie
Too late I’m hooked and I feel like a mess
The good I shared damn I just miss
I feel like I put my middle finger high
Say it loud I don’t give a fuck
But this time I do give a fuck
Damn they say the good hurts the most
I feel like a needle in a hay stuck lost!
I need to be found cause I don’t wanna fade to black
I was not called Emigee by chance,
I am a survivor, I walked the storms
And I will keep my head high, never beaten
I walk again from the low point I shall arise
This is the fucking haters who want me gone
Like Jay z I will hit the ground bounce like round ball
I wont fall, I will say it kiss my black ass I shall rise
From your shadows I will keep high
Consider me risen again and get this aint blasphemy

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Momma's Day



Momma loves me, pop loves me
But this is for mums she loves me
she fed me, and she dressed me
Nyawitta raised me, and whether right or wrong
that’s my hood and gave me the right and the wrong
Momma there changed my nappies
Found me in the wrong always punished me
I can never trade anything I got from her
I was a kid all I knew was just her
The queen she is I was her prince
Cleaned my ears, washed my hair
Made sure I was neat every time I went out
My shoes polished, my clothes pressed
Damn mama you spoiled me
I made friends introduced them to mama
She treated them her own kids
So kind, so loving momma you awesome
In the dark you told me stories
Made feel I was stronger than I felt
I am lucky to have a momma
I go on my knees and I thank God
In her I found reason to life and smile on my face
I keep thinking of 9 months before September 29th
She carried me and 30 years later she still loves me
Momma loves me, thanks for the love
I will always adore you.
This mama’s day I celebrate you
I would not have been here without you
My number one hero, mad love mum