Cover Photo: Money & Books.. by Budding Dirt

Money & Books..

Budding Dirt-Money & Books

{Verse 1-Budding Dirt}

Sijawai trump for the top seat

Sijawai jump kwa lame scripts

I never produced some wack skills

Overdose  my thought now, na sleep kwa fake pills

And thats how pain feels

got eyedeas (ideas) to camouflage kwa hii rap atmosphere

I slung (slang) untill the kingdom comes

Untill my eulogy and this rap thing will be done/Beyond basic skills

I am like a slum-dawg

na vicious  slum thoughts

na ought to be free

from this vacancy

fucc your respect

Niliskia you  you dont know me

I guess wanataka real spook back. That real poetry shit, that Supreme

Premo

Pure spit, ule vicious  rap Terrorist

i dont give fuck if you feel this shit

Got my finger on the switch bout to turn this nigga on….

You asked for it,

It’s about time i, intervened in my current affairs

Wudz wats happening

I hear some fake niggas can’t spit and wanna diss niggas

But Dawg Am Bit Raw like B.E.T. Ciphers

Write a line and get solid cash like sunday preachers

I’m sick and a bit louder than Eminence Speakers

You want more?

Have i not proven alot?

I spend weeks and days writing rhymes,

Dawg i got severe thoughts

This companies tried to sign me but forced me to write Shit and never kill the hype

I’m carnivore, am only afraid of me I don’t freestyle with fools,

I’m allskool  i mean oldskool

I’m rubbies, dawg,

When coin is tossed, all of this kids will die

Interlude

{Verse 2-Mike Wudz}

I got day dreams of people power,

purple flowers

I got dreams of yours and ours

You got the plan, the strategy

Let’s make this paper multiply mathematically

I got hate for the streets

For the blood they spilt

Courtship and divorce courts when pre-nups got sour

Like the land of milk after hours

I got red skies of love fo’ sho’

For the stars that never shone

The souls who tossed the ghost

New borns who replaced the lost

I got hopes to cope

The nose for dope and neck for ropes

In the name of Free Will

We rolled on the Karmic Wheel

Tried and never tired

Through stones of fire

It’s been a Good Year

A  celebration

A dedication

Cups overfloweth

A street poet

Sweat and tears in sippy cups

Blow it all up in city clubs

For same jobs

For same hood knocks

For change now

For truth seekers

For liars and lovers

For bed covers and pillow stain

For the pain

For the ghetto and suburbs

For silence and words

For I and she

For idling and grinding

For geeohdee

For money

For wrongs

For creative souls

For activists and teachers

For Hiphop and groupies

For MCs; love or fame

For diss tracks

For mama

For Dave

For…

For Kenya

For humanity

For the past

The being

And the unknown

For friends

For good souls and fiends

For New Age

For the stage

For the clowns and the gurus

For bills

For books

For yoga

For I AM

For life

For death

For you

For money

For sex

For umbrella kisses and the rain

For studio time

For time and space

Humility and saving face

For the bare feet

Dreading on the road to success

Every step

Every misstep

To the Universe:

Thah-A-Jha Inta Doa

For my dilated st’eet folks


Budding Dirt's poetry is intelligent, musical, gritty in observation, graceful in method. You can see a young man building his house of poetry & music, my writing reflect on building a balance society and making it a home. .

Behind Budding Dirts’s beautiful Brain their is a big heart. a conscientious kenyan citizen, using his high profile for doing philanthropic work and is actively involved in a number of charities.music is partly partilly what i like doing.So lets go change world for a better place..