Somali Pirate II

Forget it if its not poetry, lyrics with logic let the numbers speak

Pirates of the sea, far from Mugdisho streets the headline leads

But if its poetry,am calculating all the heards whose own legs failed

Even since the birth of this young, almost half a century many stories entailed

 

Mentioned as a failed state, which causes division in your prescribed thought

Plus what the situation room have left out, is the subtractions of things before the boat

Scapegoat no, guilty yes. But my cousin died of a tumor from a nuclear waste.

Who do you confront when you are not at your best, adding hurdles to the fate

 

Like a forgotten Mountain, revisited by the vikings.  Fluent in Somali, and am still

regarded as to my relatives

Lost people, but fair when in peace. Contradicting qualities, I suppose its a DNA derived from adams gene.

Postered as only thugz, but trusted to control their own land. Marketting bullets from you know who Est. Inc.!

But lets say al qaeda is the link!  The skinnies are not extremist, only consumed with their own bloodshed

But enough said, more than the paper lays.   Now is then when you want to see the whole scene

 

 

                               Then & Now.........

 

They wonder why I say to him as my uncle. They see me say me greet her like my mother. but I swear she ain't my blood.

I asked to carry her bags, when the wind chill was below twenty. Eventhough that got me late to work and got fired.

No misery though, this is what soo maal told me. The old lady that resides on the second floor knows really whats good.

Educated in life's hood, she seemed so simple as a needle. Producing results that are needle less to say will get me tired

Now.

Whats lost in translation, is far beyond the accent, or the Macaawiis we wear. The taste of Shah, the loud crowd

Far beyond the wars and the warlords, pirates of the east so vast is the sea. Trouble seems to surface on the shores of the horn

Eventhough the waves have calmed down in god's mercy, something just happens. News headlines, refuse to mention the general crowd.

Those that are living the simple life seem to get defeated. Somehow we beat it, sorrow and loss starts before you were born.

Tribe is part of us, but it doesnt devide us. We camel harders, not hunters and gatherers.

Then...

There is true other sides to us, mother nursing the babies under that tree's shadow make lifes chess moves.

Struggle sights and scene only seem to strengthen the righteous among all kins. Word play at its best among the poets

Detailing in their scripts about whats at hand, what they said sounded like lions roar blues

This is my history, from a land where its seems like the white flag will never rise. The past should be considered part of the rest

Now...

Pirates dont represent the pious majority of us

In contrast we gather around the hut, sharing all we have

Rather die without it than, than cheat another man sweat

Survivors around this world, best one of us is defined by his unrest

Then,

The children played around the way, miles and miles of playground

Pick up soccer games, in the middle of the street, drivers await.

Neighbors were brothers and sisters, where is cooked is where I eat my lunch

From sun up till it goes down and the moon and the stars lit the sky, this is where we are found.

Now...

Chaos and agony, sisters loosing their mahagony. Some sort of cultural distortion, but sounds not deep at all

Because sooner after my teen years, I realized too all that was taught to me. Brothers doing time and talk about beef

When truth is, your own father will lable you a thief. Lost in the jungle, some are caught up and they never learn like all

Most of our breeds, breed good seed who take care of their elderelly kin. Lost at times just like most, but our horn devides the tide three seas.

Eastleigh, to Minneapolis. Torronto and Dubai. Merchants and migrants. Like the bird we fly, we explore without compromising what right.

Misconceptions of whats real, but I sweetly know the deal.