Calling the bluff of botch

Calling the bluff of botch's threats 
I dare, I dare to, ha ha ha ha, I do dare 

To dare a stand on one's own two feet 
To jump off ships and ride the waves 

Swimming to shore, with each stride hold 
Can one sweat while swimming I wonder 

I saw a man doing just that, deep sea 
And I wondered if the sea would accept 

His salty sweat, if that would increase 
The sea level, and flood a small island 

Already endangered by global warming 
Sinking like the lost city of Atlantis  

Ok ok ok, back to being serious 
I have thrown down my gauntlet  

Called out miscarriage and his men 
Sent words home, I would be back before dawn 

So now lets fight, roll up your sleeves 
Welcome in sweat and blood 

I have called your bluff, you call mine 
A date set with destiny lets tango 

Lets tango to the beats and the rhythm 
I will sweat and add to the sea's level too

Trotro Stories #8 Trouble with the back seat

The back seat always feels right 
Not having to push or shove each stop by 

A post to be sat in, to the end of the journey 
The back seat always feels just right 

Until one has to alight just before the junction stop 
True you may say, true I would agree, true true then 

Bad idea I would agree, as well I would agree 
But it is done, rightly or wrongly it is done 

A jump off in traffic by the light 
In front of Ghana Telecom nearing Nkrumah circle 

Save me the run back up to cross the road 
The only option after the petrol station's stop 

Is to climb the foot bridge, a step at a time 
Overly crowded and steeply steep to climb 

The back seat always feels right 
Just not when I have to make a quick exit 

Stop mate, I draw his attention 
Can I alight here, just by the traffic light 

He looks, calculates position I am sat in 
Looks at the traffic light and goes, 

"not a chance, not a chance"

Age of ages

Something between time 

Memory and space in line 

I have been through all 

The Money Factory

Count to ten on your fingers, air bubbles 
And each time you count 

A finger goes missing 
Like the count down of time 

What do you value more, breaths?
A finger? a finger? just a finger?

I know a girl that works 
In the money factory, if you do want links 

She is quite good you know 
A magician with funds, abracadabra 

Changing dollars into pounds 
And all the others comes easy 

I call her the key holder 
As many that are secretly spread around town 

In unassuming shops, the key holders 
Washing currency into different forms 

If all we chase is a piece of paper 
As it is, don't argue with me boi 

To kill for, to love for, drowned, submerged  
To hate for and to save, "just on occasion" 

Did we move forward or backwards 
In our essence to cheap-in our lives 

Bought with a piece of paper 
Thin on value, burns as easy, float as dead 

To kill for, kill kill kill 
Kill with greed, kill kill kill, murder 

Count to ten on your fingers, hold your breath 
And each time you count 

A finger goes missing 
Like the count down of time 

What do you value more in life 
A finger? a finger? really just a finger? 

I know a girl who works in the money factory 

So humble she is and nice as that, a key holder 

Did someone just drown here 
Floating on water with empty worth 

I see a bag of paper, sat as money 
Unattended looking for the next victim  

The money factory, the money factory
Life in the money factory  

Prizes for knowing

If you find the connections 
Between two dots ......

You have found the 
Dark matter 

The noble prize 
Awaits you and all its glory 

If you find the steps 
Between dreams and goals 

You have found 
The secrets of life 

The prize is what you 
Want it to be 

What you my friend 
Make of it