Father listen.

 
 
 
 
 "Of course i can hurt you, simply with my point of view - Guru of Gangstarr"
 
 
 
 
 
 Joe Mwenda

where
i shall breath in peace love and respect
and out breath the same
where
i shall drink from a cup thats free
eat from a plate thats just
where
i shall live from my means
and not on promises
the broken and yet to be broken ones
where
i shant suppress pain with pills
postpone pressure with puffs and pints
where
virtue is embraced and vice is not known
there
father let me and mine exist.

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