Don’t call me urban! The time of grime

The Cycle Of Friendship (Part 3/3)

As an adult I had a lot of acquaintance 
And made few friends 

Ignorant is lost when survival 
Turns green leaves brown 

And the signs of intentions 
Glow from acts that follows camouflage deeds, 
If only on quick hands, wishing we don't see
Desperation erodes the principles of man

Grey becomes of characters seen

Torn between acts of friendship and betrayal

A few lessons learnt, in knowing how to read signs
Picking cantaloupe "muskmelon" with a tap

As an adult, I had a lot of acquaintance

And saw many a crocodile smiles

With few true friends made 
In the cycle of friendship 

Tumi and the Volume - Signs

I call this a discovery, diamond from South-Africa,
every song I heard from this guys was worth  the listen
with modern hip hop so lost, in the commercial take

and club tunes the only music making inroads,
 this again is a refreshing find.

I will attribute their work to the likes of
Talib Kweli, Mos Def and Lupe Fiasco

It is relevant and for the likes
 who are into spoken word

will find this particularly interesting,
every one else will just enjoy the quality here

The Cycle Of Friendship (Part 2/3)

Drink with me to days gone by

When I grew up, with a cycle of friends

I lost a lot, a' rarely made new ones

I gained a lot of acquaintance, 
Some came and went and left a mark
Some came and went and left no impression

Some got so close, close for bond 

Close enough to be called friends,

 But fell on the final hurdle, of what it takes

Some always had a sense of threat 
But  with such beautiful teeth 
Crocodile smiles to delight before a big bite 

Drink with me to days gone by 
When all I knew was bliss 
Young and the innocence of life 

The Cycle Of Friendship (Part 1/3)

When I was a child, 

I had a lot of friends

Knew no enemies and what that meant

Acquaintance 

Was a foreign word, omen

Too big for my vocabulary

In the parks, on the playgrounds

We played cow boys and Indians, 

Left  life's erratic dirt on our cloths a' saw nothing of it

Just like hide and seek, 

Monopoly and 

Snakes and ladders

Ariel wash, luminous  

Tumbled dried and kept as clean

The good old days