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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
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