Baker came to me tonight with something he wrote and dug me out of my slump. I told him I'd put it up for him. So even though I said I was done with the poems, this is an exception for my boy. Written by Abubaker Mulla;
Road 2 Wilmslow
These past 2 months were the worst of my life
Sometimes my wrists used 2 ask me for the knife
I used to go sleep giving myself therapy by talking to myself at night
The one thing I needed was the help from gods might
I used to think I was the guy that would never topple
But as time progressed I became used to the bottle
Inspiration from my workplace put life into a new perspective
I suddenly got the urge to enjoy my life and let it live
I give thanks to those who help me and made me see the light
To those I hurt forgive me please, and let me walk free at night
Ill always thanks my homie chops for his inspirtation
He didn’t even know it but he saved me from annihilation
The things ive seen and done may take me to hell
Ive done fucked up things that I don’t want to tell
I realise now that the most you can do is try
But this wouldn’t have been necessary if I was just a good guy
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