DIARY OF A BAD BOY
If my life was written as a story
I will read over it pages in a hurry
And bin it all like a wastage
Evil life right before teenage.
At ten, I want to be a soldier
Dad burst into a laughter
Mom said you must be a joker
My son won’t grow a killer
Perhaps, military isn’t for a sicklier
At twelve, street called with no delay.
It’s a clarion call, I couldn’t disobey
With mom’s life saving in my pocket
I stepped out and zoom like a rocket
Thirteen education turned a scam
Roaming on street like a lost ram
Girls on follow, like a love charm
Had I know I was doing myself harm
At fourteen I lost guide to the mosque
Five daily prayers turned one at dusk
Daily on the street right before down
Am now Raman jago king of the town.
At fifteen, I started smoking cigar
Drinking to the cover yet never stagger
Very good at mixing different cider
Of all drinks Alomo makes me happier
At sixteen I was staying ultra high
Hair on tint, with multiples of die
Trouser off waist, now on thighs
For my sake, momma would cry
Eighteen, all day is spent on gambling
From families and mates I am now hiding
The brothel is now where I sleep
So much comfort beneath Nana's hip
Twenty, harming is my daily routine
Shooting is known as my best thing
Photos everywhere am now wanted
On a run, No one deserves to be trusted
If I die by the pulling of the trigger
Tell them I only wanted to be a soldier
Tell the world I was innocent and good
Shit happened and I became cruel and rude.
#Deen202🖊
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