Death, My Gateway

I was out on the street I ran the hood like my life My cash was that of powder CHEQUES made from tablets Church folk came to me for donations Shop owners paid me for protection I had twelve souls for my protection & Had too much love for Prostitution One morning the sun never pitched One day, morning never came One afternoon I laid on my back One evening, my mother, a tear she did shed I felt it sharp, I felt it hot Metal through flesh, blood through my veins I fell hard. Heart beating slow down Slowly fading, slowly dying Chest opening up, soul freely escaping Mortal coil unwrapped, back to the oil Eternal spirit back to the father Then met death, Now I sleep