Sunday, June 22, 2008

The Little Boy

There's a little boy
With a little ball as his toy.
Drinking a glass of soy,
He's hoping to be as strong as heroes of Troy.
One day he ran towards a well,
He tripped and on the ball he fell.
With a scar on his knee, he needs a story to sell.
Far from the well, he heard the bell,
Calling him for dinner time.
He told himself he's fine.
Grabbing the ball he goes to dine,
Ignoring the pain, he's fine.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

does this has any story behind it?

Musica said...

Well, It's just a random thoughts of Musica. So, might as well I put it in.

ah^kam koko' said...

love the use of rhymes!
this is kind of cute story about the simple persuits of a young child!
haha~~

Musica said...

Well, I tell u, whenever I read it again, I could see a deep hidden story in it. Try to interpret it!

ah^kam koko' said...

Oh, how foolish of me to think that Nas writes something simple.
In fact, the arrangement of the ideas makes it possible for another meaning that reflects the life of someone close to Nas!