Life of a Con
Life IN Porverty IS NO Good FOR Nobody
It’s like a convict that’s getting old
Life in streets is no good for nobody.
Good when you are high and bad when you are down low
Treat her bad and she will treat you right
And treat her good she is pain
Life is never simple
But a labyrinth of choices and confusion
Choices
Choices are illusions that seem to flitter here and there
Is there free will and no strings attached?
Though it seems
We are all playing our roles in this play
And we play them too well
I was once innocent like you
A dreamer
A lover
A man of Peace
Until life happened
But I needed to live
I needed medicine for my daughter
I needed food for my stomach
I needed A Way Out
Was I wrong to do what I had to do?
Convict
Such an ugly word
Derogatory
Deprecating
As life unfolds you will learn to see meaning
Meaning in my words
Meaning in my choices
If I had any
Because my friend I would have chosen better
If there were better choices
That is my life as a convict
That is all we are
We go were our strings permit
We dangle and dance to the creators tune
Tatenda Mudzinganyama From Zimbabwe
It’s like a convict that’s getting old
Life in streets is no good for nobody.
Good when you are high and bad when you are down low
Treat her bad and she will treat you right
And treat her good she is pain
Life is never simple
But a labyrinth of choices and confusion
Choices
Choices are illusions that seem to flitter here and there
Is there free will and no strings attached?
Though it seems
We are all playing our roles in this play
And we play them too well
I was once innocent like you
A dreamer
A lover
A man of Peace
Until life happened
But I needed to live
I needed medicine for my daughter
I needed food for my stomach
I needed A Way Out
Was I wrong to do what I had to do?
Convict
Such an ugly word
Derogatory
Deprecating
As life unfolds you will learn to see meaning
Meaning in my words
Meaning in my choices
If I had any
Because my friend I would have chosen better
If there were better choices
That is my life as a convict
That is all we are
We go were our strings permit
We dangle and dance to the creators tune
Tatenda Mudzinganyama From Zimbabwe
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