In the world of guilt
where no man is righteous
the guiltless world
fall on the shoulders of guilt
the guiltless man
hide behind righteous
and play in ground waters
underneath righteousness
and they fall in good eye
but deep down
there are depth between
man seem not to know woman
man to man
woman to woman
living their world of sleaze
SLEAZE!
in the world of guilt
where no man seem to be righteous
the guiltless world
stand in the hands of guilt
©Johannes Laryea 2014
If I could
I will be living
with you and protect you
If I could
I will help you
from your sadness
If I could
I will rise you
and teach you
words of world
If I could
I will hold your arms
to your highest ambition
If I could
I will help cleans
the tears from your eyes
If I could
I will chose
someone to talk to
If I could
I will walk in your shadows
and be by your side
If I could
I will put laughter
on your face all day
If I could
I, mama would bring
forth your happiness
to your door steps
If I could…
Life is how you
make it a goal
so make it flow
So many night
that i cry
just to see tear drop
in ink flowing
life is how you live it
that will better for you
the life many lived
is hard to define
the life others lived
is no define
so many time night
that i sing
just to see my tongue in my pen
Oh…yes
it is true
that life isn’t straight
so mistakes may occurs
but remember
pencils always have eraser
behind them
I have lived my life
to the standard of my society
and have seen many things
so… rich in morality
that made me black man
I am black
born in the land of golden
black Africa
in the beauty shores of African nature
I have lived my life
to lean cultures of my own
for Mama who made and taught me
now I am black
I am black
lived in the inch of black soil
in the path of many beautiful trees
rivers and hells
So when the sun rose up up high in the sky
and shine to the reflect
me in shadows
then I sing a wonderful tune
of my heart that is said to be sang
Mama have sang the song already
she taught me how to sing the song of her sang
Mama Africa
©Johannes Laryea 2014
I, have lived to roll
My tongue
To speak the sweetest
Language of my mother tongue
I, have live not to
Combat the tongue
Of my mother
The teacher of all time
The mother with a chest of a father
I, my language
My heritage
I speak with proud
I, my mother tongue
My inheritance
I speak with boldness
I, my language
I pledge my self
Not to betray my tongue
But speak to the world
That am proud of my homeland
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So let the sun continue to shine
So shall the beauty of Pan-Africa
Remain in our time
That the contrbution of our past leaders
Shall still be rememberance of our time
Let the horns of our time blow out the continuity of the pass Africa civilization
We shall tell the tale of the black
The Pan-Africans
The Marcus Garvy’s
The W.E.B Du Boi’s
And the Osaygefo Dr.Kwame Nkrumah’s
That let no man destroyed the vision and mission of them
We shall make a difference in our time
In the beauty-strong nature of Africa
We shall make a difference in our time
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we are the stars
we are in the deep skies
that we shine
we are
we are the moon
we are in the deep skies
that we reflect to the world
when there is dark
we are
we are
it is in you
that we are
we are
we are the mighty heroes of our future
we are the good knowledge of our generation
we are
the sun shine
to dry the dark
so we shine
to bright our future generation
we are
we are
it is in us
that we are
we are
in a perspective way of an angle
that draw to reflect
the good images
of our knowledge and interest
we are
we are the future generation
we are the government
we are the people
we are the self
we are what we are
we are
There is a fear in my heart
she made me fear her love
she disappoint in her eye
there is fear in my heart
she followed me to the deepest part her heart
she made me cry without sound
no water fall
there is fear in my heart
she destroyed me
she turn my happiest day to unhappiest day
my bright sun be came my dark moon
and rain turn to my run
my asleep became my awake
there is fear in my heart
It woo and woo
And when the moon shine
Through the dawn
Then the voice of a wolf
Woo to suite the hart of many wolfs
Then all wolf woo
To bring forth live
With sweet dirges
Dancing and wooing
So as the moon
Rose up in full
And the sun shine
To brighten the path
Then it sing a song with the tongue
When it was sang
Is a woo
©Johannes Laryea 2014
Before I was at nowhere
When my eyes were closed
Fall from a distance to a pit
I felt no welcome
In about sometime
I got to work
Just to earn a living
All in the name of hopeless
And homelss being
My boss train me
Very well but hate
my tongue dry
And all because I have no family
To care of me
Then when the wind blew
And the air became cold and freez
It was said to my ears
My boss is my father
On the last day of my father to see me
Was my first but last
Not too long ago
He fall into grave
I inherite his riches
I have no idea
My cries became
my endles Understanding
My inheritance
Got me nothing
Than my father’s attitude
Then I tear myself a fower
Out of riches and love
Not knowing
I have tear myself sadness
I kept fighting sadness
Then I realize
She is ignorant
She is a lie
She is a disturb
So when the wind blew
Through the dawn
And the the sun rose to shine
The path
Then she became my certificate
With a whole lot trobles
I fight sadness all day
She was in love
It was me but not
It was someone else
I felt disappointed
The my cries became my enermy
My love became my hate
She naver feels for me
She loves me but not
She naver loved me
My riches decive my eyes
There became my cries
I was a fall
©Johannes Laryea 2014
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