Am here hospital, am fighting with my soul.
Am in a death or life battel.
But if I can overcome,
I will expose all I hid,
I will even fix, all I have done wrong.
But if I defeated,
I will be defeated by world battel.
Happiness and peace to me will be daily sorrow tears.
I will be even lose eternal life.
So hell fire will be waiting for me.
poem by ndidzulafhi patric
Innoccent I came into this world,
Continued on like its a plural.
Stubeled once or twice,
But I never let my life lay down and roll dice.
Now I'm not hard, I'm no boss, but my people
want me to be with them,
We are all loyal to each other, thats why we'll
grow like a tree right from the stem.
Been to hell and back I have, my body can prove
that fact,
These battel scars will tell my story, especially
the one where I almost got gacked.
Barrels were shoved down my throat but I didn't
let up,
I'm suppossed to be dead but I didn't give up.
Trouble finds me every where I go,
I know everyone and what they know.
But I love my reputation cause I know people
will not mess with me or the people I love,
Because it was I that was sculpted by God up
above.
Crystal stars shine in God's glorious and sacred skies ---
Bringing a wonderful peace to my heart and eyes ---
Softly blowing is the air that caresses my humble face ---
Which allows me for a moment to dwell in a Heavenly place ---
In the distance, if I listen and really truly pray ---
I can hear the sounds of the saints giving praise all of the day ---
To the Lord of Hosts, whose kingdom will never end ---
Where Michael and His Angels in the final battel will defend.