Thank The Lord

By pinda

Tue, 11 Jan 2011
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I wrote my will just the other week
It was funny that it was only one sheet
And I know there's only one me
But I hope I am everything my son be
I'm tryin' live right and stay on the drum beat
But I'm in the fast lane, ridin' in the front seat
Got to provide for my six children and wife
They're my everything, my soul and my life
So, whenever I wake up and see the sunshine
I drop down and give thanks atleast one time
Used to be tired of livin' on the frontline
Will I be the victim of the next gun crime?
I've had breakfast, but will I be alive at lunchtime?
I remember driving home through the hood at night
Pistol on my lap at every single red light
I buried my best friend, a victim of gang beef
They put a hole in his chest, paved off his front teeth
Call me a gangster, that's the life I would live
Don't cry for me now, I gave the best I could give
I can only do me, so that's what I did
Changed my life, and cherish every breath of my kid
I don't want to go before he grow, that isn't cool
But in this game of a life, I don't make the rules

Thank the Lord

Certificate 18
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello pinda, it's so sad that we live in such times of terror, I know for myself, that when I am out in town, I start to quake if I see gangs of lads coming towards me, my heart races at about a million miles an hour. I never look people in the face, always walk with my eyes to the ground, or in a shop window, now is'nt that sad? It seems things are getting worse the older I get. I remember when I was younger in the 70s I would wait on taxi stands, on my own at 2 a.m. in the morning, after leaving a night club, but although I don't go to night clubs anymore, even if I did, I would'nt stand on my own, that's how times have changed. Yes very sad. You definitely portrayed the terror times we live in this poem. It's good to be able to write about such things, as this subject. Thanks for the read and sharing. Jenny.