My uncle tells me…

My uncle tells me
That it’s not just having a watch that keeps me on time, on track
He tells me, it’s not easy to be a youth especially as things stand right now,
He tells me it sucks to be you, it sucks to be the same youth you were yesterday,
Growing up we used to sit on stones and tell stories, now that we are older, some of our peers do the same,
Stories about VAR, Government and unemployment too

So I said, what you say is true, uncle
But how do I blow up? And I’m not just asking for me but for my friends too
I mean these days a clock is just for home decor
I mean we’ve lived been told to strive,
Some of us strive to stay at home, eating time, eating is our sting,
I guess my uncle meant, I’m wasting away

I have friends who can only come over for FIFA, for a drink or something,
I don’t know about growth,
I don’t know how it feels like for a seed to bulge out into a tree
But I know what I know
Growth doesn’t happen anywhere just as the sun is just for the east, so east is morning

My uncle tells me, go places where growth is due
He tells me It’s not life expectancy but what Life expects from us
He means we’ve left it all to life, that’s why I’m a youth in a circle, a circle gives no right angle
He tells me, the problem with you the youths of today is you find yourself into something and wait for today’s solutions to solve even tomorrow’s problems
Like talking of fifteen years of experience when you actually mean one year fifteen times

He tells me, tell your pals, you don’t go places if you don’t find yourself first,
You don’t write poems when you don’t have memories
You don’t make melodies through listening to other songs, you just pick your own saxophone 🎷 and make up a one man band, forget all those one night stands
And let your own grind melt your heart
And if you find time, there is ispeak convention edition II, please take yourself there, that’s the only way you’ll take yourself serious
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