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Here I am this afternoon thinking
Here I am this afternoon
Looking upon the courage of man

The questions keep coming 
And my spirit keeps growing
And I try my best not to pen this verse
But the pain keeps growing deeper
 And my spirits is rising up

I have to pen this verse
Least the Gods get vexed 
And cause me to fret
I have to pen this verse
Because the threat keeps getting worse

I don’t know when I will die
But the gods have a special time
I don’t know when I will die
So I have to record everything 
That has caused me to cry

I have survived all the threats
 That they have swirled at me
But today’s threat has made history
I pretend not to hear it but I am still thinking about it.

I stood on the corner this morning
And a woman wearing a brown bleached wig
Dressed in red tea-shirt and carrying a little boy
 wearing the same color shirt 
had a strong message for me

As she approached me she shouted,
 “Mi ago stab you in a you blood cloth”
I stood in awe and looked at the little boy
And looked again at her and wondered 
if she was threatening  the boy
But when I glanced at her expressions
She was not talking to him

 So I had to think again before I went insane
I have gotten shooting treats, machete threats
And all forms of threats
But I have never gotten a stabbing threat

I kept thinking about it the entire day
And keep wondering where it was coming from
Something must have gone wrong

There are many crazy people in the town
And the sane ones really make me frown
The crazy ones won’t hurt you
But the casual ones are out to get you

I kept thinking about it and tried to forget it
And every time I keep hearing
The same words filtering around
It makes my spirit leaps
I am not a coward and I don’t have cold feet

What is in the heart of man?
When there is no conscience left in man
What is in the heart of man?
When he make plans to murder the innocent ones

What is in the heart of man
When he conspire to take away my land?
He acts like a prey and wiggle his way
Across the crooked cause way

He kept staring at the barrel 
And keep sinking in his own peril 
What is in the heart of man 
when he is out of touch?

He lies calmly upon his bed
And make plans that originates
from the pit of hell, 
The birds could not understand it
And trees could not absorb it

What is in the heart of man when his courage
Walk with bare back around the street
And his hands are scrubbing his knees
He listens to his own music and
And dances to his own sound 
And try to make is way to the other round
But something’s bigger than him
Is waiting to subdued him
 
When everything is full to the brim
He will dance to his own tune
And walk around the street in the afternoon

What is in the heart of man?
When he deprived the weak of their heart beat
He preys upon the innocent ones
And make concession with the hungry one

What is in the heart of man?
He acts as a con man to deceive the weak 
And break the courage of harmless sheep
What is in the heart of man?
I just cannot understand.
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