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It is your life

I haven't got a pen in my garden

only flowers and chillies

my veggies are green

full of water and I can't find a girl



a Girl , natural as my garden

-pure as the rain

tasty as the salt

of the ocean and the river



Why, Preservatives of the fake world

my girlfriend's hair

smell as chemicals, nice maybe

too sweet as chocolate



Smell as celebrities TV ,

but they don't know how they really smell

taste of adopted children

of different race



That is a bonus, but can you create

your own child, or you've got a problem

can your money make you a man

or a real mother, to give birth a normal



I just want to know, who is really blonde

and blond everywhere

without paying for that

How would you look after living in a island

three months without any saloon



Where are the natural beauties now

Can I wake up in my bed

with you and still looking as an angel



I don't really care about all the fakes

my flowers are perfume and colourful

something the plastic never get

Only the Hollywood plastic

that plastic eat plastic



However, if I eat TV after TV

and also magazines, I might get the taste

of the plastic or spastic

as miss. Hilton, ugly girl



But , so beautiful the Opera singer

the boy and the girl in Primary school

the bird in the backyard in the sunset

and all the annoying flying crows after sun is gone



The rhythm of my verse is like a Hollywood beauty

so . out of tune as a politician in Karaoke

but , we like they smile

so fake as the blondes hair



So empty , as their hearts

so empty as their souls

looking for bizarre god's

nevertheless, will never find him

because HE is in the cave of HUMBLE