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"Sweet & Sour Life"
Come and get a taste of my life
It's like biting into a lime
Sugar cane thoughts
So I try to find Nirvana in my mind
But my eyes and mind can't intertwine
Sight chops down and the sugar cane stocks
I can see the pain concealed in my mother's tear drops
Where is God's mop?
The ground I walk on is damp,
Prophecies written on wet spots
Signs of my destination
23 and one on lock, or lying in a wet spot
Too scared to change
I ain't a cashier so I don't change.
Caught in the jungles so I keep my mane
Dreams are shattered like broken mirrors
Reflecting back reflections of,
Single mother's, son's without father's
Daughter's stuck on corners
Bullets play a part of Grim reapers
Drug money buying out futures
I have wingd but can't fly
Am I a chicken in this life?
My rights are wrongs
and my wrongs are rights
Death is sweet,
and sourness is my life.
By Souvannaseng Boriboure
9-11-13
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