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To our sisters who held us when our mothers went to hustle.

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To our sisters who held us when our mothers went to hustle. The maids who remained with us in the castle. Aunts and our mothers friends who loved us when we were still little Those who ensured we smile and laugh to convince us the world is a better place, Who ensure we were smart, gave us a clean bath and good clothes to dress. The good people who just loved babies And believed they were supposed to be treated nice.  I appreciate you all Also the brothers who took us high so that they could she us fall Those who were stupid and couldn't listen to us because you taught we were small Bad days makers who hided out toys and doll  Other who tored our ball. Thank you all. Its because of you we grew up this strong and  tall. Every one played their role  And taught us a lesson. That a few will carry you and support your goal. *Squishy Poet*

Live and love to the Grave

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Street love, Mayengs na mashash, maboys na mzinga chakula haikuwa very that important tungestarve Heartbreaks tulideserve Kwa mabash na rave Kwanza ukipatana na another angel your girlfriend anakuwa tu dove. Street love, To be in love unaitaji craziness and also money is another thing you need to have, Utapata different flavour. Cheki corona imeturudisha in a different playing ground zone Village madem wengi hardworking slayqueen utapata labda one. No hugs and kisses but still we are connected Si ati wazee watitaki it is just that we feel we are overprotected. And that is how things go wrong tukimaliza form four we want things raw Tukishika I'd tunafeel tunnaeza pambana na the law So huyu mkasa ananishow Yeye ni mzee wa kijiji Hajui venye nimeangaishwa na makarau jiji. Ball bills marriage Mandege zilitokaje kwa cage Tuseme basi ni adolescent stage. Si ukaam unisaidie kupanda  Mimi nitamwaga mbegu Kwa hii mahindi ndio watoto wetu tutalea  alafu wewe utafunika. Wazazi watapalilia. St

Dear son

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Son, Apart from your father being a writer and a performing poet. He had his respect to God. Though chini maji rebellion alikuwa mrass na alichoma gode. Son, Our season,music content was nothing Zero Sufuri But beats zilikuwa nzuri Kwanza za Gengetone Zilitushika, Zilifika Those who preferred the international music were easily introduced to porn As for us who believe on our own Walai ilibidi tu tustone And its not only me alone A lot of people your age, weed was also illegal that's why we were always in chains Somewhere hidding sniffing in and out our pains And we were not only men they were also ladies. Good ladies those who closed one eye when they pass Some shakedown their ass Others had their own class They were riders machine riders and they drove us crazy they didn't just pass. Son they isn't good without bad Even with weed, liquor and ladies Our season they was a couple of diseases The white man told us it wasn't just a disease but viruses It could be infected o

Quarantine

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I won't hide a thing, I promise i will tell.  To my daughter's and son's, grandsons and all the generation i will live to see will listen to the tale, Of how you made the world come to still, Stopped our heart beat not only the heart but some their dreams you did kill. I won't forget how you froze our superheros, and we had no more men of steel, You were so merciless that you ensured more embezzlement of fund by the high ranks. As even helps and funds they did continue ti steal Now No more jobs more bills More sleeps more pills Close clubs no fun Pedi wangu hayuko around hakuna kuburn Ooh damn  its really confusing tell me on your side how does it feels?🤔 Or probably they is something nice Quarantine is it making you wise? By being a meter alone, thinking alone, somehow don't you think more than twice. Uki medi pekee yako Uko tu zako Huna vako Like think deep  the bed wasn't actually made for sleep It  is only but a place to rest At the grave is where you will