Zoe Manmi (19:02)
These voices in my head speaking tongues, it’s like an old skool song that’s already been sung. Long before my time, I’m in my own head writing these rhymes. I’m like a dagger ready to hit it’s target, bullseye, off to the left with a little stagger. Charleston South Carolina, she lives there, my oldest daughter. Kicked to the street, her own image has been shattered. She lost in a crime of depression, killing her soul, She thinks she can depend on a boy that’s only 17 years old. She’s a mother of 1, at 17 years old. The pages are turned, chapter 1, the end hasn’t even been told. Scared, undecided of where she wants to be, If it were me, I’d melt her chains so she can be free. I can only love from afar, is she accepting? Or is this wound a battle from a scar? My eye sight not clear, I only want her next to me so she can see that I’m here. Not knowing where she sleeps, it’s like being a drug addict, not knowing when she fiends. The nights are dark, even when the sun shines, the sky is dark. My heart aches, does she really know the survival of the streets, what it really takes? No answer is direct, it’s like a puzzle, the pieces aren’t even correct.
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These voices in my head speaking tongues, it’s like an old skool song that’s already been sung. Long before my time, I’m in my own head writing these rhymes. I’m like a dagger ready to hit it’s target, bullseye, off to the left with a little stagger. Charleston South Carolina, she lives there, my oldest daughter. Kicked to the street, her own image has been shattered. She lost in a crime of depression, killing her soul, She thinks she can depend on a boy that’s only 17 years old. She’s a mother of 1, at 17 years old. The pages are turned, chapter 1, the end hasn’t even been told. Scared, undecided of where she wants to be, If it were me, I’d melt her chains so she can be free. I can only love from afar, is she accepting? Or is this wound a battle from a scar? My eye sight not clear, I only want her next to me so she can see that I’m here. Not knowing where she sleeps, it’s like being a drug addict, not knowing when she fiends. The nights are dark, even when the sun shines, the sky is dark. My heart aches, does she really know the survival of the streets, what it really takes? No answer is direct, it’s like a puzzle, the pieces aren’t even correct.