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By Saad Omar

[A free flow of conscious spoken word piece I wrote two years ago..finally took the time to type it out... i added the last three stanzas for a human rights coffee house i performed at...so its a little disjointed]

Sometimes I wanna run not walk,
so I could spend my life quick
Cuz if I had her now,
I’d probably make my wife sick
And every night I would cry,
uncontrollable eyes
Push through my veins,
so I couldn’t run and hide
Telling myself, I rather die for life,
Than live in this death
Let it be a shout
If its gonna be my last breath
Bullets carryin my soul, to its sweet death

But then I looked in the mirror and thought “what the hell”
Had I forgotten,
Adam turned back to heaven, even after he fell
And all this time I had neglected to count my blessings
I was too busy diving, trying to drown in her essence

Praying to God, “Oh Lord! Make me a little more stoic
A little more Saint and a little less poet”

Cuz forbidden fruits have landed me in this world of verse
Where my only salvation is the sanctuary of my curse

So when a poet feels pain, he can’t take a day off
He’s gotta write now, its gotta be right now
The good fight, now
The good have to fight now

So rhyme travelers, lets take it to the stars
Bring food, water, and an acoustic guitar
So we can serenade our souls in the fires of Mars
Forget Sex and desire, the need is too dire
This path, is much higher

And when you lie me down in my grave
Drop a single frozen rose,
From the day the world shivered
The day the students arose