I listen to your eyes loudly
you wear a lens of innocence
I’ve looked over your shoulders
and the overweight it carries
almost everyone else comes first
today, it’s your beautiful sister
tomorrow, it is BamBam, bro Mike,
a child in Twad, a total stranger
I’ve listened to your thoughts
you’re a king too shy to sit on the throne.
Uncle Bonny will be proud
as you comb your hair to sleep
save a proud tear for the sheets
you are now a master of your craft
the sky is only a random place
your destination is the top
and the top is never reached
continue to be oil in water, rise!
until life begs you to direct it
then charge it for all the ‘shege’ seen.