7 LIVES

 

seven lives lies in my pocket 

I have time, I don’t need a locket 

my skin is black, that’s an asset 

rivers flows in my jacket 

the land is verse, soil is rich 

it takes a whole village to preach and teach 

all hands are on deck in Africa 

a saner climate than Antartica

our paths are illuminated 

our ridges well cultivated 

the dead don’t truly die 

they hover and comfort us when we cry 

death is a sacred rite to life 

in pride, we walk and jive 

our eyes reflects the stars 

in our palms resides the whole of mars 

7 lives, the least for dying 

we live forever, million rooms for trying 

we are built strong, our hands says it all 

even the weak amongst us don’t fall 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

12:58am

8 May 2026