THE STREET LIFE

We are black naggers On the street full of beggars Life is hard, making most of us waggers Don’t forget most of us are twiggers So we hit the street, so our babies will feed A day sick, the household bleeds So we struggle with all kinds of breeds A few noble ones, the rest full of greed. At sunset, we rush home with our little vittle Though not enough, it's quite a mantle We would watch our babies guttle A sight that sometimes makes us tootle. We do this so our children won’t end up as street urchins Though sometimes we wished to be consumed in our sleep by griffins, Click here We will never give up, even in our pains For our children see us as paladins. By: Isaac Cobbinah Songs of Hope - Ink of De_Governor ✍🏿️ Melodies of the Heart
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LAST WISH

They say, if all wishes were horses, beggars will ride.

We live in a world where we dream and wish things happen the way we want it. Not all our wishes can come to pass but some must definitely come to pass. 

So what happens if the feasibility of our wishes are dependent on another fellow human being?

As the mystical genie has given me opportunities to make wishes, I have succeeded successfully in utilizing my opportunities. Now I am left with one last wish. What could that be?

Well, let's see the LAST WISH of this particular piece.



By: Isaac Cobbinah

- Ink of De_Governor ✍🏾

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