Bacchus’ Song

I’m trying to thread a needle in the dark
In a cold room close to a haystack
A stitch in time supposed to say nine
At the eleventh hour I can’t afford a sigh
All I have are my thoughts and a bruised eye
I’m supposed to be myopic but I’ve got foresight
Mental pictures of my ideal world
Toughest skin but a soft inner core
Streaks of tears running from my checks to the jaw
Thinking about a lot but crying about nothing
The fear of failing makes me do something
It saddens my heart to see the decadence around
Smiles on their faces but the evil thoughts abound
Graves in my wardrobes from then till now
Everyone’s got some that never come to light
Who I’m eye to judge her for raising her legs to the sky
Considering the fact that to the rising Sun I’m not nigh
Constipated choices hard to ease the pain
Following my heart will be a single lane
Caught in the rhymes it’s been a smooth flowing ride
The gentleness of the pen along the canvass of my mind
Bring out the thoughts I never utter but are mine
It is my hope that at least they’ll be time

*Hakeem Adam*

More to follow after 13th May

*tuff Assassin*


i’m a man

I’m a man
Not cos my armpit smells after jogging
Or my penis is erect in the morning
Or I put meaning and depth in this story
I’m a man
Not cos my ribs be uneven
Or my hairline be receding
Or my dad looks at me to be leading
I’m a man
Cos I was inspired to write this after listening
To the words of an afro american christian
I’m a man
Not cos I’m attracted to the female curvature
Or pee looking over a curvature
Or wherever that’s just nature
I’m a man
Not cos I don’t fit a definition
Or flee from a compromising situation
Or find meaning in this rendition
I’m a man
Cos my name begins in capital
And I write this for capital
Or at least make it in the capital
I’m a man
Not cos of the hair around my mandible
Or the flat below my clavicle
I’m a man
Cos I’ll break my spine
So ma kids be raised high
Especially through tough times
I’m a man
Cos I’m never malleable
I’ll stand firm as long as its arguable
Or at least remain factual
I’m a man
cos my brains, sweat and skills
Could build a Black Beverly Hills
And give a thousand hearts the chills
I’m a man
Cos I shed tears
Because of my fears. of not surpassing theirs
I’m a man
Co I stare at the D’evils face
With prayer being my spade
And dig his temptations a grave
I’m a man
By virtue of fate
So all I have is faith
And my dreams of being great
I’m a man
Cos I’m not swiss perfect
But I’ll reduce the recurrence
Of my under thought errors
I’m a man
Cos my mistakes make me stronger
I’m a man
Cos ma penis
Releases genius
Competing with the senior
Who brought about the procedures
For making life the easiest

Most importantly I’m a man cos Allah wills it

I’m a Man
Are you?

Tuff Assassin