nineCrying At My Grave(2:31)when on this earth my eyes dont open my brains are blown n ive stopped choking dont you be crying @ my grave when my mouth is closed n im not singing then its time for the men to start their digging but no one should be crying @ my grave dancing @ the face of death laughing after each lastbreath the best new housewarming party you could ask for so celebrate if you like my new home leave a gift @ the door my tombstone but save the finest bit of wine for you you all got a lot more living to do now if a man dies n his souls a ruin the devil will have a lot more food to be chewing still no one should be cos hope doesnt mean to be madworried n either way gods justice has been serving so why would you be dont start to thinking i wont be watching cos there had better be party antics starting soon as you stop there is no greater reason to drink than to celebrate the day a mans bones did sink so no one should be we arent so unlucky as to live forever since we all most go our stay is better so dont you be cry for the living if you must spill eyedust pray for my sinning my cussing n my lust but still dont be crying @ my grave
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021