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You gona cry by Elrafei Bashir Elshafei-Pretoria, South Africa
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Oct 1, 2009 - 7:54:58 AM
You gona cry
At the bottoms of none!
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At the Air Port
of the KRT,
At the bottom of none!
The Plane un-run
Sun heat is ON,
Self heat is high
Red lights ON,
Bothers are ON,
Red-taping ON,
Smiles gone,
At the bottom of none,
When you step,
Your feet will roll
To the life end
Loop you in dull
It was too hot,
Tending to dry,
You gona cry
Life is tough
Faces are rough
You gona cry
Except for those who stir the stuff
Officials up, you gona cry,
Lobbies anywhere, you gona cry,
At every step
At every stop
Or at your tomb
you gona cry,
Lobbies of sons or herd shepherds, you gona cry
Those ones who have, are having more,
Will have no less! Than what they have! And what they gain!
They having fun, without run, for what they say, out of fun
The rest, have not, and none they gain!
Will have no gains! If they don’t die!
Deals kick and run, with all your wants, no dealing again,
If you will lose, or when you gain
This life mode, is gona Sway,
No achievements,
No attainments
It gona dry,
You gona cry,
if gona try,
Will be inmate, your home is jail,
Circles of none surround again,
Except of those shepherds of herds,
They acting same, without jails, without nails,
Opposing ones aimless anywhere, homeless anywhere,
If gona try,
They gona cry
Existing games are dirty ones
To try them once,
You gona cry
You gona run, and run and run without fun,
Just under a Sun, and dusty rain,
What can you do? Will miss the train,
Will lose yourself, or lose your son, or no attain,
Under this sun of dirty games,
You might once, going to try, without a deal, even with a run
Find no one stand by you, will lose yourself, and lose your gun
You run, and run, going nowhere, under this sun,
Out of all, with empty hands, and holding none!
You gona cry,
Will Lose your land and gona cry,
and lose your cash you gona cry
Till you would die, you gona cry,
Land of (Haboob), you gona cry,
Million miles, you gona cry,
Dozens of Niles, will come to dry
You gona cry,
If gona try, ,
Till you would die, and say good bye,
You gona cry
Some herd is dead, you gona cry,
All faces dolls, you gona cry
Your native die, you gona cry,
Your neighbour die , you gona cry,
No way to grasp the sweeping goals
If you come home,
You wana try
will gona cry,
Spin this off, don’t turn it again,
Don’t miss the train,
But go to step out of home,
Go back to fly, facing anywhere,
Dying any how
Don’t come to cry
Best regards.
Elrafei Bashir Elshafei
Pretoria, South Africa
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