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Back in days ( High school )
Back in dayS ,war zombi(EKK vs EFK)
great war 3 against siblings
all started hating French
my journey began
when teacher laugh at "
what kind of accent
where did you study O'L
and I said kwa Kadafi
what matter was it my school or
my Parents who weren't there to choose for me the right school and expensive one ?
was it me personally who born prematurely and almost grown up on Nyamirambo 40,KN , a street boy who didn't choose to be born Orphan.
the guy who underestimated by his French teacher instead , the guy who were jankie of prehistoric period of his unusual birth day(premature) , growing like tail , struggle himself no pa , no ma ,either siblings
who himself wasn't able taking such crusial decision , how was I starving changing the world , better place with highest ideas ever.
sometimes idea dies , as seeds dry
As big wound stink , the owner preoccupied.
he who knows , feels it they said
teacher couldn't have said if he knew it
he should have inspired me if he felt it
the struggle everyone passed through .
ohh my gosh , back in days I remember
funny moment we had ,
the stubbon things we did
crush was I on her , no tell, the silence 🤐 within the war zombi.
always afraid to join ally , hoping she might kick me out 🤣🤣
prison of thought , fighting inside.
Back in days , I reminisce
those funny moment we had
those stubborn things we did
She was Angel , hope she she still
Angel sent from heaven
Her smile shows beauty
Beauty like Mona Lisa
Her beauty tend to shine
Shine on the mountain ,
Moon never beams ,
Without bring me
Beautiful Angel
Like sun shine
Sending its beams "" I should have said to her
Where everyone share and ,
Clearing all eyes
Make them seen hidden
Things that may guide ,
Guide to the right path
Her quietness speaks "was not pretty sure now
She can't speak but listen
When staring , none move like bull stuck in mud , all is no hope getting away .
electric shock attack , goosebumps surround
Back in days, I reminisce
those funny moment we had
those stubborn things we did
She was Angel , hope she still
She always guzzling
She is magic Master
Trying to break out secret card
Trying to reveal the king
who was teasing her
Looks like having clue on ,
how hush was I on .
I see the weather change
I see goes to the north
I see it brought wind that ,
Blowing to the south-West
Bending all trees dawn
The only still , survived
Collecting all detached branches
Gathering all together
Making a new empire last ever
i see the weather changed
the funniest guy was I , now grown up
the war 3 zombi we fought , no longer exist
Aparted , some dream dies
not Becouse of unwise, just limit we faced
now stil breathe , an air called " hope "
that tomorrow can and will shine on
like moon send it's beams on plant
photosynthesis born , feeding crops(desperate people )
raising from ground, now a starbon ( getting back on feet )
Insigamugani ni " who knows it , feels it "
................... reloading ..............
great war 3 against siblings
all started hating French
my journey began
when teacher laugh at "
what kind of accent
where did you study O'L
and I said kwa Kadafi
what matter was it my school or
my Parents who weren't there to choose for me the right school and expensive one ?
was it me personally who born prematurely and almost grown up on Nyamirambo 40,KN , a street boy who didn't choose to be born Orphan.
the guy who underestimated by his French teacher instead , the guy who were jankie of prehistoric period of his unusual birth day(premature) , growing like tail , struggle himself no pa , no ma ,either siblings
who himself wasn't able taking such crusial decision , how was I starving changing the world , better place with highest ideas ever.
sometimes idea dies , as seeds dry
As big wound stink , the owner preoccupied.
he who knows , feels it they said
teacher couldn't have said if he knew it
he should have inspired me if he felt it
the struggle everyone passed through .
ohh my gosh , back in days I remember
funny moment we had ,
the stubbon things we did
crush was I on her , no tell, the silence 🤐 within the war zombi.
always afraid to join ally , hoping she might kick me out 🤣🤣
prison of thought , fighting inside.
Back in days , I reminisce
those funny moment we had
those stubborn things we did
She was Angel , hope she she still
Angel sent from heaven
Her smile shows beauty
Beauty like Mona Lisa
Her beauty tend to shine
Shine on the mountain ,
Moon never beams ,
Without bring me
Beautiful Angel
Like sun shine
Sending its beams "" I should have said to her
Where everyone share and ,
Clearing all eyes
Make them seen hidden
Things that may guide ,
Guide to the right path
Her quietness speaks "was not pretty sure now
She can't speak but listen
When staring , none move like bull stuck in mud , all is no hope getting away .
electric shock attack , goosebumps surround
Back in days, I reminisce
those funny moment we had
those stubborn things we did
She was Angel , hope she still
She always guzzling
She is magic Master
Trying to break out secret card
Trying to reveal the king
who was teasing her
Looks like having clue on ,
how hush was I on .
I see the weather change
I see goes to the north
I see it brought wind that ,
Blowing to the south-West
Bending all trees dawn
The only still , survived
Collecting all detached branches
Gathering all together
Making a new empire last ever
i see the weather changed
the funniest guy was I , now grown up
the war 3 zombi we fought , no longer exist
Aparted , some dream dies
not Becouse of unwise, just limit we faced
now stil breathe , an air called " hope "
that tomorrow can and will shine on
like moon send it's beams on plant
photosynthesis born , feeding crops(desperate people )
raising from ground, now a starbon ( getting back on feet )
Insigamugani ni " who knows it , feels it "
................... reloading ..............
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