Rasta Poem
There's no sleep, till I'm laying dead where my coffin is
Dead or alive
Hard work is an orphan, I guess that I'm adopting it
There's no other option kid
I'll only write if success is what the topic is
Ah , this the realest shit I ever wrote
I lost my script book, now there's a Rasta spitting better quotes
Waryaa don't give me that menacing look futsek
Give much less, when they piss you off like it’s a drug test
Get on your knees success
No wonder you resemble the walking dead
We loud and verbal it's the power circle
Life is a thief and she's finally fertile
So I’m milking her, no sprite or purple
That's advertising, I don't like commercials that's the life we living
Highly driven, fighting the odds like a Chinese film
Bars for bars I'm doing life in prison
You can feel my presence don't tie the ribbons
God has granted me a high position
One of the few who make the youngsters listen
Rasta money is motive driven
Bear knuckles Ima fight the system
Against the odds and the tyrant villains
The Somali kimbo slice puncture you vicious
It’s the money and the power
All my brother's have dreams and are ambitious
The respect can be sweet and be sour
I come from the street where they screech and devour
Where many smoke the crystal and the powder.
This was a verse that I just wrote today, the shit that you consider dope is what I really throw away
Sellotaping pieces of my poem to a broken page but now I shred it and I watch the pieces blow away
You're taking my identity to make it yours, but I am the original and mysterious
I am the Geeljire Jason Bourne
say it out loud Rasta the one who publishes paragraphs longer than your fucking jaw
I am so grateful for the blessings Lord, but forgiveness is the only thing I'm begging for
But every dying second I can see the enemy's demise
Giving my opinion I'm being unbiased
Product of my environment from a tough climate
Mountains all surround me no fear I must climb it
Travel from place to place
Never lose momentum long distance truck drivers
Wings of an eagle my shit is much flyer
Condescending people believing they self righteous , but are living deprived
Geeljire chainz is shining do you need a sun visor
I'm the young Rasta all the youngsters admire
No prison records but I do have some priors
Raised hard couldn't show weakness or kindness
I hail from the Nation of Poets
I stick to my roots and beliefs
Very adamant
I was born to own a business
No I am not an applicant
My shit is very potent
Bars are ferocious
I got few discrepancies to addres for our Geeljires residing in the refrigerated lands of the west , cause this is what it look like when your future planned out , you're lives are blessed ,
Picture perfect panned out, living without any regrets , never forget where you from cause someone will remind you , that you don't belong in there, everything is temporary , momentarily , no not saying your life isn't perfect but they see you in grotesque , another Somalian taking welfare , so while you're there ,find your strength and remember the struggles and pains of Somali parents just to get you there , envisioning a better life than theirs , wrinkling for your excel and progress but instead be dreading because you regress ,
Shit we are even depressed , tarring our lungs to release the stress, smoking tangerine moving like the Nigerians, we breadwinners to our families back home , it's every man for himself and if you fall , then may God help , no one would lend a hand to lift you from the mud , the puddle that you fell
sleepless days and nights , sleep deprived because we barely rest , no hesitation to kill the youngsters in the west and swap their lives like nines lives
To be in your shoes and the lives you dwell ,
We are non violent people but survival got us having mudereous intent
That's no argument
Brutality, the reality of mankind
Many got their head down, indeed these are
sad time, sisters and mothers mourning for their dead , we fled from the place we once called our vicinity , our place our home , only to get displaced by our very own to bound for faraway shit on our own.
Same day just a different calendar
Same game just different challenges
Same aim but yours isn't accurate
Same shit in daily South Africa
All these murders feeling like it's an omnibus
The energy's off we feel bad vibes
Cruel and wicked is their new religion
Xenophobia, all the senseless killings , stuck in the middle, the real front lines
Meanwhile the diasporans are in the faraway confines , comfortably wasting their lives,
Somali on Somali killings , all the senseless shit , fake gangsterism , skirmishes of pathetic PO box battles like a lost orangutan, so sad that y'all don't even own the place
what a waste of young lives
Yet our youngsters go all in to where you reside, dicing with death longer distances , drowning , suffocating
we was willing, no whip but we was always driven , look cause some of us could give f*ck all , some of us are that insane are deranged to get to your range
See
You can't peak, your aims weak, they are not in your aim's reach
Knife you for your lifetimes ,
Yes we are facing friction
still we are adamant and resistance , perhaps being determined and resilience is why we cannot ever stop giving up , keeping our head above the water , only the strong willed can survive the lands of these marauders
Hence we can never miss a once opportunity that never comes by , the world says the place to build mansion once wealthy are in Dubai , well our Dubai is the where the Indian Ocean meets the Jubba River , the homeland or maybe it's all wishful thinking and false lies , will I ever get to see my country in tranquility and finally see them stabilise.
Will I ever reach the age
30 despite knowing the lifespans of cigarette chain smokers have higher chances of survival than mine
because where I'm from you get your legs amputated if your kicks are Nikes, gutted for your bread and rice , sliced with Panga
I believe these percocete fueled Mo Figo look alikes and Hennessy induced Top5 look alikes
If they sagged their pants in Cape Town or in Jozi or do gangs signs
like a spastic , they are voluntarily forfeiting their manlihood an overall invitation to becoming es without being sent to prison , the youngsters in the west would not last a single day in Africa , if they import that generic trash,
imitating American gang culture would get you necklaced
your lives are perfect yet you choose to be half of who you have to be, losing all the possible potentials to thrive, no, you're not a badman you're living in fantasies and disguise.
Man what's it with all these grown ass men doing ducklips with their girls on Facetime ,
When we are picking up the brains of our dead guys, scrubbing their blood from our attires , taking heavy risks because we never get tired from fighting.
Careful for the taxi wars and bodies on the train lines
Look , if we were to define , the thousands of lives ,
right , we stand for Somali Lives
I promise that I'm gonna do it different
I'll stand for something
Nevermore or smidgen
We march for Somali lives
But one thing bout us Geeljires here
Is that our whole lives was a bioscope
Must be a documentary
We grew up hustling, pockets empty,
So painful to unlock the memories
Writing this poem was so complimentary
To the shit that I saw in these crazy places
Dealt with death on a daily basis
Drug traders and crackhead all killers luier kykers
Avoid the haters use toilet paper
Meanwhile you are wasted feeling like a baker
Unproductive you need to be put in labour
Razors for these haters
Swisher is my favourite , yh I'm a fucking blazer , burn you like Jamaican
Get it right once and rectify a hundred failures , made a gargantuan mistakes , and I don't always know the right things to say, and I'm supposed to be a wordsmith
Some role model I am, I'm sorry that I'm not perfect I make so many mistakes but never let that shit break me , until we meet our creator
They can never break me
Look at how I came up
They couldn't change me
Underestimate me that much
We gon' make you pay bru.
Woke and wide awake bru.
Sleeping make you lazy.
Lacing up my takkies.
Is all about that maaney.
Came from the bottom the only way is up
The shit is either gonna break you or it make you tough.
Diced with death countless times every dying second I'm outta bound
f*ck.
Keeping up with appearances, I couldn't keep up.
Cause Rasta doesn't give a f*ck
Meanwhile all these youngsters engage in genders wars like it's FIFA cup
I just remain and hustled up , the money doubled up with all this mess I had to clean up , watching da maaney circle in the wash machine.
smoking that tangerine.
The Mr. Go getter, self made.
Learn to love yourself and you won't need love.
Lighting all this weed up.
writing this.
There's no sleep, till I'm laying dead where my coffin is
Dead or alive
Hard work is an orphan, I guess that I'm adopting it
There's no other option kid
I'll only write if success is what the topic is
Ah , this the realest shit I ever wrote
I lost my script book, now there's a Rasta spitting better quotes
Waryaa don't give me that menacing look futsek
Give much less, when they piss you off like it’s a drug test
Get on your knees success
No wonder you resemble the walking dead
We loud and verbal it's the power circle
Life is a thief and she's finally fertile
So I’m milking her, no sprite or purple
That's advertising, I don't like commercials that's the life we living
Highly driven, fighting the odds like a Chinese film
Bars for bars I'm doing life in prison
You can feel my presence don't tie the ribbons
God has granted me a high position
One of the few who make the youngsters listen
Rasta money is motive driven
Bear knuckles Ima fight the system
Against the odds and the tyrant villains
The Somali kimbo slice puncture you vicious
It’s the money and the power
All my brother's have dreams and are ambitious
The respect can be sweet and be sour
I come from the street where they screech and devour
Where many smoke the crystal and the powder.
This was a verse that I just wrote today, the shit that you consider dope is what I really throw away
Sellotaping pieces of my poem to a broken page but now I shred it and I watch the pieces blow away
You're taking my identity to make it yours, but I am the original and mysterious
I am the Geeljire Jason Bourne
say it out loud Rasta the one who publishes paragraphs longer than your fucking jaw
I am so grateful for the blessings Lord, but forgiveness is the only thing I'm begging for
But every dying second I can see the enemy's demise
Giving my opinion I'm being unbiased
Product of my environment from a tough climate
Mountains all surround me no fear I must climb it
Travel from place to place
Never lose momentum long distance truck drivers
Wings of an eagle my shit is much flyer
Condescending people believing they self righteous , but are living deprived
Geeljire chainz is shining do you need a sun visor
I'm the young Rasta all the youngsters admire
No prison records but I do have some priors
Raised hard couldn't show weakness or kindness
I hail from the Nation of Poets
I stick to my roots and beliefs
Very adamant
I was born to own a business
No I am not an applicant
My shit is very potent
Bars are ferocious
I got few discrepancies to addres for our Geeljires residing in the refrigerated lands of the west , cause this is what it look like when your future planned out , you're lives are blessed ,
Picture perfect panned out, living without any regrets , never forget where you from cause someone will remind you , that you don't belong in there, everything is temporary , momentarily , no not saying your life isn't perfect but they see you in grotesque , another Somalian taking welfare , so while you're there ,find your strength and remember the struggles and pains of Somali parents just to get you there , envisioning a better life than theirs , wrinkling for your excel and progress but instead be dreading because you regress ,
Shit we are even depressed , tarring our lungs to release the stress, smoking tangerine moving like the Nigerians, we breadwinners to our families back home , it's every man for himself and if you fall , then may God help , no one would lend a hand to lift you from the mud , the puddle that you fell
sleepless days and nights , sleep deprived because we barely rest , no hesitation to kill the youngsters in the west and swap their lives like nines lives
To be in your shoes and the lives you dwell ,
We are non violent people but survival got us having mudereous intent
That's no argument
Brutality, the reality of mankind
Many got their head down, indeed these are
sad time, sisters and mothers mourning for their dead , we fled from the place we once called our vicinity , our place our home , only to get displaced by our very own to bound for faraway shit on our own.
Same day just a different calendar
Same game just different challenges
Same aim but yours isn't accurate
Same shit in daily South Africa
All these murders feeling like it's an omnibus
The energy's off we feel bad vibes
Cruel and wicked is their new religion
Xenophobia, all the senseless killings , stuck in the middle, the real front lines
Meanwhile the diasporans are in the faraway confines , comfortably wasting their lives,
Somali on Somali killings , all the senseless shit , fake gangsterism , skirmishes of pathetic PO box battles like a lost orangutan, so sad that y'all don't even own the place
what a waste of young lives
Yet our youngsters go all in to where you reside, dicing with death longer distances , drowning , suffocating
we was willing, no whip but we was always driven , look cause some of us could give f*ck all , some of us are that insane are deranged to get to your range
See
You can't peak, your aims weak, they are not in your aim's reach
Knife you for your lifetimes ,
Yes we are facing friction
still we are adamant and resistance , perhaps being determined and resilience is why we cannot ever stop giving up , keeping our head above the water , only the strong willed can survive the lands of these marauders
Hence we can never miss a once opportunity that never comes by , the world says the place to build mansion once wealthy are in Dubai , well our Dubai is the where the Indian Ocean meets the Jubba River , the homeland or maybe it's all wishful thinking and false lies , will I ever get to see my country in tranquility and finally see them stabilise.
Will I ever reach the age
30 despite knowing the lifespans of cigarette chain smokers have higher chances of survival than mine
because where I'm from you get your legs amputated if your kicks are Nikes, gutted for your bread and rice , sliced with Panga
I believe these percocete fueled Mo Figo look alikes and Hennessy induced Top5 look alikes
If they sagged their pants in Cape Town or in Jozi or do gangs signs
like a spastic , they are voluntarily forfeiting their manlihood an overall invitation to becoming es without being sent to prison , the youngsters in the west would not last a single day in Africa , if they import that generic trash,
imitating American gang culture would get you necklaced
your lives are perfect yet you choose to be half of who you have to be, losing all the possible potentials to thrive, no, you're not a badman you're living in fantasies and disguise.
Man what's it with all these grown ass men doing ducklips with their girls on Facetime ,
When we are picking up the brains of our dead guys, scrubbing their blood from our attires , taking heavy risks because we never get tired from fighting.
Careful for the taxi wars and bodies on the train lines
Look , if we were to define , the thousands of lives ,
right , we stand for Somali Lives
I promise that I'm gonna do it different
I'll stand for something
Nevermore or smidgen
We march for Somali lives
But one thing bout us Geeljires here
Is that our whole lives was a bioscope
Must be a documentary
We grew up hustling, pockets empty,
So painful to unlock the memories
Writing this poem was so complimentary
To the shit that I saw in these crazy places
Dealt with death on a daily basis
Drug traders and crackhead all killers luier kykers
Avoid the haters use toilet paper
Meanwhile you are wasted feeling like a baker
Unproductive you need to be put in labour
Razors for these haters
Swisher is my favourite , yh I'm a fucking blazer , burn you like Jamaican
Get it right once and rectify a hundred failures , made a gargantuan mistakes , and I don't always know the right things to say, and I'm supposed to be a wordsmith
Some role model I am, I'm sorry that I'm not perfect I make so many mistakes but never let that shit break me , until we meet our creator
They can never break me
Look at how I came up
They couldn't change me
Underestimate me that much
We gon' make you pay bru.
Woke and wide awake bru.
Sleeping make you lazy.
Lacing up my takkies.
Is all about that maaney.
Came from the bottom the only way is up
The shit is either gonna break you or it make you tough.
Diced with death countless times every dying second I'm outta bound
f*ck.
Keeping up with appearances, I couldn't keep up.
Cause Rasta doesn't give a f*ck
Meanwhile all these youngsters engage in genders wars like it's FIFA cup
I just remain and hustled up , the money doubled up with all this mess I had to clean up , watching da maaney circle in the wash machine.
smoking that tangerine.
The Mr. Go getter, self made.
Learn to love yourself and you won't need love.
Lighting all this weed up.
writing this.
nigga stop writing that long ong
