Though time has built
an
endless warp
of
suffering and pain
the
ancient dust of Africa
is
breaking down the chain
can you hear
the
winds of change
shifting
through the brain
the
ancient dust of Africa
makes
diamonds
in
the
falling
rain

Filled to the brim
Pizza Huts
Burning rubber
Dj''s club'n pub
Dancing duel
Free spirits and
**** riddled
Irie cast Bob's Inn
The beat go's on
Bright lights
Stripped trousers
Men on bikes
Ladies sell flowers
Restaurant's cappuccino
Long street lives
Cosmopolitan heaven
Twenty four seven

Calming seas breaking Avalanches
And boiling volcanoes
Close encounters and
The everlasting
Embrace of Vesuvius
Desperate to touch the
Sweet sweet shore

Loved ones
had to untie
both ends of the rope
and LIVE with the tragedy

Oh architects of concrete
How you have stolen my plains
And dredged my soul
The Falcon hovers in vain
And the Hare has no hope
While you swing you clubs
For glory and embrace the
Walls filled with accolades
All at nature's dire expence

I
pant at your sheer beauty
after the first sighting
in silence
I
crave and cradle your innocence
unnoticed
I
thirst to drink
from the source of your well
reluctantly
I
quiver a cowardice illusion
of the first move
from an awry smile of ignorance
I
steal your beauty and shred
Your body to pieces
unreachable you are torn from
a
silhouette desire
in
a damaged Magazine

The bonfire was loaded
With exiting tales
Our forerunners legendary
Exploit's these daggers
Cut deep trenches in
Our mindseye we felt
Like the next generation
Of wrath true tales from
A culture of devil worshippers
Yet the tongue's wielding
The blade was non the wiser
Our innate minds chewd
Every word our lives Satan's
Recycling bin two five ten
Deaths and many generations
After we now realised that
We have to cut out the blade
From these forked tongued
Folk tales that whispers filth
Unto the unsuspecting ears
Of our beautiful children
Heroism emenating from
The subculture of criminality
And gangsterism must no
Longer be tolerated it have savaged
The Innocence of young lives
For far too long

The infamous Cuban fog
Roll's of the ceiling
Arroz on Pollo
*** and ice
Flamenca tunes serenade
the
crescent moon
Decadent
bites
Celebrating
Havana Nights

Her
master
was
humbled
Like a bird
of
paradise
She
opened up her wings
Her
angelic voice
chanting
A
mantra
of
peace
was
observed

Whenever
His
mind
needed
a
workout
He
started
to
daydream

Octagon
OF
seven sides
Unseen
gate
OF
one
where men enter in the name
OF
and
thus
beyond
The point OF no return
and
kin
Wait in vain
because
OF
there
None could see the future
and
None will ever know
that
all
named
OF
died in the glory
OF
what
was
never
received

Revive
my
soul
Heal
my
heart
Spread my wings
And
Share my love

Her
body
rejects
the
anomalous change
Her
gut
spits
out
suicidal atoms
are
we fuelling
a
pandemic

Hippin and hop insync
Dub'n on a slip disc......
inc
Boyz on a spliffdrift blink

Neighbours heard a sound
Da beat of  a town
Running on gold and bling

Players on a pound
of bullets

One man down  
Millimetre round

DEAF in a sound of
bullets

Sherrif''s no clown
Laying it down
The law''s gonna beat you
Pound  for  pound

Players on a round of
Bullets

One man down
Millimetre sound

DEAD in a pound of
Bullets

Though the flight
is
fleeting
it
goes down in slow motion
the
glitz of the flip
coincide with delusions of grandeur
in
retrospect it was oh so money
the
coin
landed on the flip-side
and
left most hanging out
in
anger.

So deep
Your
luminescents
rips through
the
darkness
of
the deep
your
tentacles
are
a
toxic
slaughter
don't stop
drown me in your
jellylegs
baby
please **** me
before
you
save
me

Sugermans ****** diamond nights
Shattered the sounds of silence

Our crown Jewel's (children)
Stolen from us by the
Hitman's thunderous crack

Tears and fear drench the ground
The bleeding heart of
Our community inflicted with pain

As they surround either
Innocence taken
Or the reward of a gangster's shame

She is
the water
immersing the shore
a
motion moving entities
into
the
shadows of the lore
sirens call on rising tides
men of flesh flock
in
waves
falling as they fly
dwelling
eternal
within her mystical whiles.

Do
U
.
.
.
heed natures call
can
U
.
.
.
hear souls fall
do
U
.
.
.
feel
the
r
i
pp
l
e
s
rebound.
L
I
ST
E
N
are
U
.
.
.
wired for sound.

The
pain
of
silence
is
written
in
shame
always
unopened
crying
in
vain