A place I can really call home ( G’s paradise) – K.B

A place I can really call home ( G’s paradise)

 
Let me go back
To the source,

To be free
From the scrutinizing
Eyes.

Let me go back
To the source
In full triumph

To not see
Myself fail
Again.

Let me go back
To the source,

To ignore
The wailing,

The stabbin,

The shootin,

The gamblin,

The sirens.

Let me go back
To the source

To forget
Everything
And live
Peacefully
With no need
To fight

With no nights
And no days,

Let me see
The G’s paradise !

Let me live
In peace
Forever
After.

I done
Anything
That could
Be done.

Let me forget
Forever
About
The shadow
And the darkness,

Let me live
In that eternal
Sun
With no flies
When I leave
The window
Open.

Let me see
The G’s paradise,
Let me take off
My armored
Chest mail,

Let me bathe
In rivers of milk
And honey,

Touch pure wives
And hang out
With young
Beautiful men.

Let me see the
G’s paradise

Let me live
Up there
And come
Back for the
Final blow

Sitting
On a couch
And looking
At the prophecy
Unfold.

C’mon man,
Stop killing me
Down here !

I’ll smack
The jungle
And the
Hungry
People,

Leave
On a
Chariot
With the sun
To the end
Of the universe,

C’mon,
Let me see
Your Paradise,

The G’s heaven
And haven,

A place I could
Really call home
With no pressure,

No loneliness
And no fighting
Nor gamblin,

No test
And no offense
Nor hurt.

Let me go back
And leave this
Pointless
Suffering
Life of
Mine .

 

 

K.B

 

 

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