Thoughts
By:Karsten Johnson
At night thoughts of wewe keep me awake
And I don't think these are things I can shake
Part of me does tire
But my moyo is lit like a fire
I can't shake thoughts of wewe
But I don't really think I want to
Dreams
By:Karsten Johnson
I think about wewe siku and night
Which for some reason just feels right
I can't picture a life without wewe
Because I just don't really want to
I upendo to be around you
Maybe it might be time we start anew.
Night-Time
By:Karsten Johnson
The crickets at night play their song
Which I wish were wrong
Their song keeps me awake
While I at night toss and shake
The sun has set
Which means I have Lost this bet
By:Karsten Johnson
At night thoughts of wewe keep me awake
And I don't think these are things I can shake
Part of me does tire
But my moyo is lit like a fire
I can't shake thoughts of wewe
But I don't really think I want to
Dreams
By:Karsten Johnson
I think about wewe siku and night
Which for some reason just feels right
I can't picture a life without wewe
Because I just don't really want to
I upendo to be around you
Maybe it might be time we start anew.
Night-Time
By:Karsten Johnson
The crickets at night play their song
Which I wish were wrong
Their song keeps me awake
While I at night toss and shake
The sun has set
Which means I have Lost this bet
I always make songs about life being hard
But honestly it all makes me feel like i’m a bard
I try to take the trials
And make them seem like just stepping tiles
But honestly it’s all frustrating
Which if i’m not careful can be devastating
Maybe I should just find somebody
Maybe then I can find my melody
The man who complaints about having a cramp
Has always been accused of being a tramp
I guess it’s true cuz i see the women
But I guess it’s okay cuz business is boomin.
But honestly it all makes me feel like i’m a bard
I try to take the trials
And make them seem like just stepping tiles
But honestly it’s all frustrating
Which if i’m not careful can be devastating
Maybe I should just find somebody
Maybe then I can find my melody
The man who complaints about having a cramp
Has always been accused of being a tramp
I guess it’s true cuz i see the women
But I guess it’s okay cuz business is boomin.
I know life can seem like it aint fair
But it kinda doesn't matter cuz wewe aint there
Your always tryin to make me feel bad
But wewe forget I have a right to be mad
Your always calling and texting asking me to be together
But wewe forget this situation aint light like a feather
Your always telling me I need to be nice
But did wewe forget your the one who put me on ice
Every time i’m with wewe my stomach still feels queasy
I honestly wish this were easy
I guess it’s finally time I end this
Maybe then i’ll finally feel bliss
But it kinda doesn't matter cuz wewe aint there
Your always tryin to make me feel bad
But wewe forget I have a right to be mad
Your always calling and texting asking me to be together
But wewe forget this situation aint light like a feather
Your always telling me I need to be nice
But did wewe forget your the one who put me on ice
Every time i’m with wewe my stomach still feels queasy
I honestly wish this were easy
I guess it’s finally time I end this
Maybe then i’ll finally feel bliss
Deep,deep underwater
Where the deep sea creatures slaughter
There lives a civilization
Where many have a mission
To make the sea a clean place
But the humans always have a hidden ace
Their king called a president
Always places dreams in cement
To lock them with his plunder
And for what; we wonder
We pray for a world of fairness
But many are born cursed with unawareness
This is not the world of the colonists
For the world is dying, scream the ecologists
We want a world where our children may grow
Without questioning whether they go
For the world tells them their pronouns are wrong
For which many aren’t headstrong
They agree and flee
To start their life anew
All for a person they never knew.
Where the deep sea creatures slaughter
There lives a civilization
Where many have a mission
To make the sea a clean place
But the humans always have a hidden ace
Their king called a president
Always places dreams in cement
To lock them with his plunder
And for what; we wonder
We pray for a world of fairness
But many are born cursed with unawareness
This is not the world of the colonists
For the world is dying, scream the ecologists
We want a world where our children may grow
Without questioning whether they go
For the world tells them their pronouns are wrong
For which many aren’t headstrong
They agree and flee
To start their life anew
All for a person they never knew.
