Heya, Happy Tuesday

To your stars that draw impressions in the sky

Every time you say hi, with solemn sweet soliloquies

No, your tweets hit small delicate spots, my Sistene Chapel ceiling

Yes, you hit me pristine in a serene sense I die for days

Maybe, because you make me smile like a schoolboy with a teacher crush

I’m forever walking in Jesus’s high heels, it’s just the way you make me feel

To your stars that draw impressions in the sky

I’d like to dedicate this smallanya piece to you,

Happy Tuesday,

Peace.

Be Too Mellow, in Just One Week

Yes, Kwes I said to my open eyes 
Highway to my Heaven with eleven beat-makers 
A teaspoon and a fork and you in my Ford 
We are focused on sweet black berries 
As we hike up King’s other side of the mountain 
In speech we heal 
In ditches we speak 
With one feeling 
We will see freedom one day. 
Yes, when together we make our own nation.