Tyrone Gayle

Why are my fingers constantly wrapped around this device?
Wow, it is like a remote that manipulates both of my eyes,

I like it and I've put more than a ring on it!
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Calabar High School is one of the best, in the Land of Wood and Water,
For 5 years I was in its pride like a cub, it is more than my alma mater,
From there I chose to live a life of purpose which equates to a glad man,
So 'C-Bar! C-Bar! C-Bar! ', I shout it with great delight like a mad man.
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In the kitchen, being a houseboy, trying to finish before dad comes home,
Then in the corners of my eyes I spotted an adventure through my front windows,
Young female residents that lived right across the road,
Outside was nice and sunny so they were in lesser and tighter clothes.
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Wah gwaan? I'm at college and every semester, I'm gonna make the Dean's List,
I'm not trying to be a failure plus my folks can't afford the D's list,
What do I look like? Solidifying a stereotype by living by 'these fists'.
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I tried blending in and being like everyone,
Then I recognized that normality is a realm of boredom.

Yes, having typical traits programmed me into a societal robot,
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As my African skin unifies with the unlit environs,
A thought presses my wrinkled mind like seven irons,
The dark skies serves as a stage for the dancing glares of light,
Enchanted with various colors, sizes and designs just for tonight.
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What is the difference between having and living dreams?
The intelligence to not equip your clock with wings,
For you wouldn't want regrets to gush like perennial streams,
Within your cranium when you realize you're just a sayer of things.
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Question, have your eardrums ever been banged with words so powerful,
They make your heart jump and embarrassed the earth's gravitational pull?
It's as if you have been sweet talked by a celestial lyricist of progress,
'You are already impressive, you are just adding to your impressiveness.'
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Thum! Thum! On my door a shriveled-faced chimpanzee is knocking,
Yelling at me with disgust, 'You're Tyrone but you're not a king!
On paper you are just creating a stain,
To do it justice you are lacking a brain!
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I better take it all in for it's almost coming to a closure,
Clothes are on me but I am being strip of my composure,
I wish I could repeat it like I'm playing that game created by Alfred Mosher,
No ifs and no buts for at this time, the most impossible dreams appear kosher.
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Earlier today, I was standing as I checked the calendar on my phone,
Abruptly, I whispered to myself, 'It's the sixth of the eighth Tyrone! '
And a crazy moment occurred for I slowly nodded to myself in approval,
Like that time when the connection was lost while I spoke to an Oovoo pal,
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Wipe out yoh eye dem, doh mek di foreign settings fool yoh,
Mi tongue fya red wid di native talk 'til mi teeth dem affi a bawl cool noh,
A true Jackass, di world noh level, beca yoh cah put dis inna Google Translate,
But wen mi mouth a fly, people look pon mi like mi a Bogle weh dance great,
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Each morning I awake, I see it, standing there, gazing at me,
Through yellow and green eyes that aren't apart of reality,
In its body language it's barking something important,
My thoughts are whispering, ‘You should comply' but I'm reluctant.
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Slow down! What is the rush St. Leo? Be very careful with the knob,
The other side can be surly and make you into a first class nut job,
Figure out that this is a magic trick due to your earlobes and nostrils,
Don't be ignited with ignorance instead ignore the so called must thrills.
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I wish he could say, 'I rather watch the trees breathe,
Than sit on my couch in my living room and watch the TV'
It's strange, they call it a living room but whenever he's in it,
His eyes and limbs don't move, it's the opposite.
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I was hammering about what to write then I suddenly hit it,
Life, it's quite precious, so what should you do with it?
Um, You need to find your yarn and needle so you can knit it,
Without them, you will feel the pressure to quit it.
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Mommy said be careful at nights when you're on your way home in Brooklyn,
She knows best so I gain cardinal and ordinal points as my eyes keep looking,
The heat is always on no matter the season because the wolfgangs are cooking,
I can't forget the G orders even though I believe in brooking.
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Blueberry crackers still trying to see our canines and stop us from eating bread,
Strange, I cut my cheese properly yet a bloody finger still can cause me to be dead,
System is twisted, you can die, I bet it because they got a glock of oreos,
A permit for perpetuating pain causing me to be a chicken with a mind that has a flock of orioles.
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Just got off the bus and woah! It's 39° yet I'm not sure if I should put over my hood,
Suddenly, a man with his on stepped pass and I decided it is not good,
Really? I am walking home and I have to formulate a safety guideline and plan?
I just need to open my door to my family's faces like any other young man.
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