Dwayne x poetry

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How so much guns deh yah

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Raw truth

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The secrete

01/05/2021

White collar Criminals
Nobody seem to know or can stop the flows of guns entering ghettos.
Like the rivers and streams find their way to the seas so these guns find their way to we shattering hopes and dreams of what could have been but never got the chance to be.
I see no increase security at the ports, from their reports, yet they are giving us 25 years to life in courts.
For something they know you and I didn’t import or couldn't have imported are these steps by the minorities to keep the majorities disenfranchised. So they can continue to dominate the business franchise.
As we choke on our smoke clinging on to hope steering death in the eyes, I walk right into the fire saying to myself my God still answer prayers. With so much polices check points constitutional rights suspended within the parameter of these bob wire civilians communities being man by men who were taught to march aim fire. They say in the blind man country the one eye man God, in the black man country the brown man is king. That is reality of the Jamaica we living in, Lynch and sage say is not them X know it’s not me but a who say constitutional rights don’t begins at liguanea
By Dwayne X Tucker 01/05/2021

06/03/2021

REAL DESIRE
She is my real desire,
the reasons why I say my prayers.
She my real desire,
black as the night,
the woman... who I go home to every night.
She like the bullets in my gun always by my sides.
She is my Bonny and I'm her Clyde.
She visit me when Im in jailed, she there when I get bail.
No matter where I go when i comes back she's always there.
To show me that she cares.
Around my friends I might seem strong
but when I go home Im like a baby in her arms.
As she keep me warm from the storms of life,
she my queen my wife.
Building castles in the sands, tattoo in
Her name on my hand.
Making plans for the future as the minister pronounce us man wife.
In the day light we fight over who is wrong or right.
But make it up at night not by s*x, but by telling her Im sorry
and I care, I couldn't picture life without her here.
Together I would like us to grow old,
She is like music in my soul.
The poetry in my rhymes as she calms my mind I would like to make love to her,
time of, time ,time of.
Her true beauty no one can see but me, as I look for it not only in her appearance but
in her personality.
Because in reality she my queen who demands equality,
both physically and mentally.
I dont have to go around sneaking or peaking because I think my girl is cheating.
With Tom because he owns a farm when that is just vanity
And she is free spiritually.
Someday together we will buy a house in valley and raise a family.
Teach our children the pros and cons of humanity