Reggae roots,
Smudge between my boots,
Spreads through my veins.
The rhythms heart my soul,
It's pureness beat makes me go insane.
Engulfed in the notes,
I feel so alive.
Like I can do anything,
My wings filled with ska is my pride.
Justice is the message,
Set forth by angels in the heavens.
This world is so corrupt,
Let us not deprive ourselves with insufficient thoughts;
And just dream.....
Reggae roots,
Filled up to the brim like cups in my boots.
Swallow up my mindset of life.
I can’t despise the art of trying,
To live in the world and survive.
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3M0ticons.
Poetry“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde
