Things work out

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t,
Because men do what they often shouldn’t,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work out.

Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we’d like to play-
Some of us whimper along life’s way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles work out all right.

Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long-
Some of us whimper that life’s all wrong.
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to work out all right.

For in spite of the whiners coming about

Somehow it seems things work out

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The countryside

Big netted leaves falling from tall Saag trees,
Walking with me on a curvy road,
Slowly disappearing into the hills,
Cool breeze and the bluebird that sing along,
The bells in a cow’s neck grazing by,
A black korku kid dancing on its tunes,
His mother washing clothes on the river,
As the water played with little white stones,
The lush green wheat fields spreading across horizons,
And the yellowish huts below the blue skies,
An old man calls me and offers some rotis,
No ,Thank you Sir, But I’ve got miles to cover,
Till I meet the chilly cold night !

Home

Some homes are quiet, polished, neat
But one I know is far more sweet
Where tiny smudges on the wall
Tell of fingers dear and small.
Where toys are sometimes strewn about
And doors are banging in and out.
Where little children play and sing,
And laughter’s often heard to ring…
The home I love is filled with noise
Of happy little girls and boys!

When the sky turns black

The time when the clock hits 10 and it all goes dark

With some stars, moon and dogs to bark

The sun slept in his bed and the moon rose to the sky

The truths become imminent sedimenting all the lies

Some say it’s the time to go to sleep

But others are the nocturnal that say it’s time to leap

The best time for doing creative is held in the night

As there’s no one to criticise or tell what’s right

Sssshhhh….. Says the wind swirling with a sigh

The feeling can’t be said or seen from an eye

It’s like the fairies and pixies have come alive

The curiosity, imagination and the spirit that thrives

There’s nothing in the world which the stars lack

I remember the time when the sky turns black 

dreams and the beginnings

are way far apart

to chase em is tough

to flinch or even start
×
there are thousand thoughts
spinning your brain

if you never chose them

they’ll all be in vain
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don’t hesitate remembering
times you’ve tried

cuz your courage within

has not yet died
×

there may be many

trying to push you down

you gotta kick them back

and take that crown

My house: Flo Rida

Hear a knock on the door and the night begins

 ‘Cause we done this before so you come on in

 Make yourself at my home, tell me where you been

 Pour yourself something cold, baby, cheers to this
Sometimes you gotta stay in

 And you know where I live

 Yeah, you know what we is

 Sometimes you gotta stay in, in
Welcome to my house

 Baby take control now

 We can’t even slow down

 We don’t like to go out

 Welcome to my house

Play that music too loud

 Show me what you do now

 We don’t like to go out

 Welcome to my house

 Welcome to my house
Morning comes and you know that you wanna stay

 Close the blinds, let’s pretend that the time has changed

 Keep our clothes on the floor, open up champagne

 Let’s continue tonight, come on, celebrate
Sometimes you gotta stay in

 And you know where I live

 Yeah, you know what we is

 Sometimes you gotta stay in, in
Welcome to my house

 Baby take control now

 We can’t even slow down

 We don’t like to go out

 Welcome to my house

 Play that music too loud

 Show me what you do now

 We don’t like to go out
Welcome to my house

 Welcome to my house

 Welcome to my ? off the crib, the spot, the pad

 But my house is your house if you throwin’ it back

 Excuse me if my home drainin’ the sad

 Soon as these happy faces lay you can run with the cash

 Home run, slam dunk, touchdown, pass

 Mi casa es tu casa so it ain’t no holding back

 Another shot of vodka, you know what’s in my glass

 It’s my house, just relax

The Reality !!

I have a dream I’ll be the best

Drinking beer with a proud chest 

But now I’m Here rapping and smoking weed

A stale plant that is broken out from a seed 

Rapping is my first need

I’m the one who can’t miss any rap beats

By this I fulfill my mother******* needs

I spend writing lyric in the night of the hounds

I drop a verse as easy as a baby runnin’ round 

I wanted to be a rapper my daddy mummy knew it

But they didn’t have the money and they don’t wanna show it

Let’s talk about money as it buys everything

You can buy your own house to your wife’s wedding ring

We can’t get some food or even do a web Bing

If you have the green notes you’re the biggest king

This world Ain’t running on love and sacrifice

As every single person has one eye on the price

Save water, save birds and even save trees

I’m sure that on the lines written you’ll agree

We have a condition of dilemma and we’re not even free