word up Nick

hey bro,

its been a while, i hope you holding up well and heaven is a great place.
i am here trying to figure out how to deal with this life.
i know you watching so you know the deal, i have made several mistakes
and they are keeping me down by the day, ask God to give me another chance
i feel like i need a new page in life and start over the right way.

all in all, nothings happening that will make headlines, same old same old
i have gotten at peace since you left, i know you in a better place.
it took me a while but you always in my memories like every other time
i was just dropping some words to show you i miss you
keep the party going until we meet again bro.

another year another challenge

i know it I'm never perfect i don't strive to
this is the reality and I cant just let it to
I was hoping i would be at different place than this
all in all i give God thanks for the life that i live
each day comes with new challenges in life
i thank him for life i have lived and as i turn a new year
i will toast in the air and say cheers to me.
nothing much to celebrate about but i will just do
God's given me another year to face life
my prayer is he grants me a better year than before
i will praise you in my sorrow and my dark days
its an amazing gift i got "life"
Happy birthday to me and may God bless me!

Risen again and get this aint blasphemy

It’s too late but I learnt not to regret

I feel like a bullet pierced my heart

I don’t regret but this pain is pushing me to

I found this and I can’t even have a word for it

It was amazing; they say the best hurts the most

Shit I feel like OJ on the murder trail

Just before the harmer feel to pass the verdict

The most annoying thing I made it an addict

Damn I am so addicted like a junkie

Never wanted to be in this state of a junkie

Too late I’m hooked and I feel like a mess

The good I shared damn I just miss

I feel like I put my middle finger high

Say it loud I don’t give a fuck

But this time I do give a fuck

Damn they say the good hurts the most

I feel like a needle in a hay stuck lost!

I need to be found cause I don’t wanna fade to black

I was not called Emigee by chance,

I am a survivor, I walked the storms

And I will keep my head high, never beaten

I walk again from the low point I shall arise

This is the fucking haters who want me gone

Like Jay z I will hit the ground bounce like round ball

I wont fall, I will say it kiss my black ass I shall rise

From your shadows I will keep high

Consider me risen again and get this aint blasphemy

Momma's Day

Momma loves me, pop loves me

But this is for mums she loves me
she fed me, and she dressed me
Nyawitta raised me, and whether right or wrong
that’s my hood and gave me the right and the wrong
Momma there changed my nappies

Found me in the wrong always punished me

I can never trade anything I got from her

I was a kid all I knew was just her

The queen she is I was her prince

Cleaned my ears, washed my hair

Made sure I was neat every time I went out

My shoes polished, my clothes pressed

Damn mama you spoiled me

I made friends introduced them to mama

She treated them her own kids

So kind, so loving momma you awesome

In the dark you told me stories

Made feel I was stronger than I felt

I am lucky to have a momma

I go on my knees and I thank God

In her I found reason to life and smile on my face

I keep thinking of 9 months before September 29^th

She carried me and 30 years later she still loves me

Momma loves me, thanks for the love

I will always adore you.

This mama’s day I celebrate you

I would not have been here without you

My number one hero, mad love mum

I wont loose!

I have lived my whole live like a second best,
I have wished to be the first and the best,
I never came first in school- only this once
And I was acknowledged by the whole municipality,
That's how we called showed us the inequality.
At home I came second after my first born sister.
I live an average life and I yarn to be seen as the best.
I have struggled to come first but I always end up second best
I am told its by design and nature cause, to fall second best
At some point its more like a choice i have made to fall second
I wait when I'll be the best and regarded as the number one than the alternate.
This ain't pity coz for me I work to win. coz i am competitive
The days are young the battle is not at the peak,
The distance is not midway  and i know my streak is near.
My hope is by the time its midway I'll be on top.
I will have the last laugh and hold my head high.
I won't choose to be second best again,
I work for the top and there is where I'll stay.
I am just a man flesh and bone, I break when I reach limits.
its time to take number one, coz its so yesterday being pushed back in the line.
Just like the municipality acknowledged my greatness as number one,
I will get there coz I won't loose!

Happy 50th Birthday Jumpman 23

Michael Jordan, jump man 23.  Its been forever since you left the hardwood. You elevated the game of basketball to a different level. You made the world love the game and follow it, I remember in the 90’s on the blacktop courts everyone wanted to be like Mike. You took basketball global and because of that may new generation players enjoy what you started. You did the impossible and did it well MJ, too bad my son will just watch your games in some not so clear tapes. He may never relate to your greatness, but I will ensure he knows about it. 

You were my hero I grew up with your poster on my wall. I had no idea what the orange ball did but I knew MJ23. You dint just stop at talent but you mastered the art and the science of Basketball. I read of Wilt and Bill never saw them play, but they shine and I read stories of them and appreciated. I saw you win games I saw you lose games. I love Celtics but you made me always watch Bulls game when I had the TV to watch it. Whenever you held the ball there was always something special in-store for us. From the regular season to the playoffs, I mean you gave it your all.

You retired twice and still dazzled the world with your return, just like Larry once said you are god in disguise when you dropped 63 in Boston Garden that playoffs match up.  The coming generation of players may never know what or how you did it, but the level of intensity for the game no one can match. You never reached finals and lost, you always win. Even in those days you were the underdog you came on top. The values you gave the game are lessons that can never be taught in class. As much as I have tried to have your memories in my son’s mind, he will always just know you as legendary. I wish I would replay your career before him so he may pick the lessons I picked, because what I picked cant be taught or handed to anyone to experience. You have to see it and relate with it.

Happy 50^th birthday, there is one award I wait for you. Executive of the year and one which you deserve for taking NBA global legend of the year. Thank you for the entertainment and for the game you made us love. I wish you more years and realize the dream of having the Bobcats win a championship. That is my prayer.

God bless, and Happy Birthday MJ23

Note to my son,

On April 28^th 2010, the good Lord blessed me with you. I can clearly remember the day like it was yesterday, my eyes were filled with tears because of the joy I had seeing you.  I had never seen such a cute baby; I knew it you would be the weak point in my life. Seeing you grow and find the right for you has been a joy to me. I took an oath to the God of children that I will never leave you and its only death that will pull me away from you. My son, I work each day to be a better father and be present to your life each day that I get. I adore you and I thank the good Lord for you, I have done poems and written music for many but for you I seem to lack the right rhymes to put together.

I remember the photos from birth and each time I go thru' them and I just get overwhelmed. Bryson you my world and the reason I strive to wake up and have breath in me. I know I have not been able to give much but I have shared love with you most of the time. I will ensure your life is better each day, and I shall never sleep and leave your side. I know this life ain’t easy but my son I shall be there for you in rain and sunshine, in darkness and in light, in sickness and in health. I will teach you and guide you; I will protect you and keep you safe. I will be a pillar of hope in your life and I will hold you close to me always.

I know the good Lord has a lot of goodness for us, you my son my joy and in all I do I will always think of you. you are my world and you lite up my path with every smile you give. you intelligence is amazing, I will hold and keep by you for the rest of my life. I love you and adore you my son

Loving dad 

Emigee

It's Done

The year has ended, this thing has been comprehended

I am more in a box more like apprehended

They year’s twenty twelve and never extended

This year’s been tough but thanks it’s ended

I feel like I can do my count down to a new year

I would go like five, four, three, two, one, happy New Year!

I have learnt a lot, been in places and my goal is to do better each year

As the final days countdown to end I would just say thank God it done

I can’t sit and regret how the year’s been, I am glad it’s done

Looking forward to a new beginning a new definition

Its twenty thirteen and new with new definition

I aspire to achieve more and in my life have a new definition

I want to reach heights I never reached before

Go places I have never been before, shit more things in my pool

I go on my knees and reach to the Lord

He’s my savior, the lord of my salvation he’s the Lord

I can walk blameless and say I have never caused sin

I do intend to make next year better than ever.

Work my goals and have some direction in what I do

One thing that will never change, is my writing

I will keep the writing alive and pure

Lord thanks for the year and I am glad it’s come to end!

Radio Station

This must be, a radio station 
And who are we, we must be 
the listeners to the junk, spinning all day long 
and over again, and over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like, 
State run radio

We now interrupt this broadcast, 
to bring you a special message about the forecast, 

Wait, you got hear about the president

And every place he is be presented

He was in church then went for fundraiser

The violence prevails then after

Before it flooded with a messed up update on forecast

They call it the number one station

The state- runs radio station

Not any good compared to a gas station

The new I hear is all about pain

Over again over again and over again
the roads to peace are closed, and the traffic's on the war paths, 

The only thing said good is the president

The rest is all darkness that is presented

We need bail from the IMF, floods are killing

The riots are killing the hunger is killing

And this goes all over again, day in day out…


This must be, a radio station 
And who are we, we must be 
the listeners to the junk, spinning all day long 
and over again, and over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like, 
State run radio

You're now tuned into hours of false,

The songs played are the ones you heard the past hour 
Frequency of fear, keep you locked right here, 

You forced to just think inside the box.

The songs you heard never change limited to that

The talk shows never help,  they all talk of shit

Girls having abortions, and preach sex all day
And hope you never leave this, never be a leader, 

When have sense, the silence you

The shut the mic on you

Then we back to the president

His visits, the fun that he makes and present

The traffic is getting worse, brother died in his car

An accident on the highway, a tanker falls off

And this goes on and on, all over again

Then shit I remember this is a state run radio

So there is no hope that comes our way from it

The presenters focus on what kills us

This must be, a radio station 
And who are we, we must be 
the listeners to the junk, spinning all day long 
and over again, and over again, and over again,
Sounds to me like, 
State run radio


shit is just the same, nothing changed

I have grown my son, listens to the same

I wonder if there would be any change from the same

I did my music; it was never played on the radio

Maybe because it was not so misleading

Coz all they play in the stations is misguiding

They may have plugged off the MIC on me

But they can never kill the skill in me

It burns like wild fire; it’s like an oven door in me

I blaze still like a furnace, can never die in me

They will interrupt the broadcast

And talk about the forecast

Before you know it, something bad is in the forecast

Either it’s the rains for fall cause some floods

Or the heat to burn and dry up the land

They never give a chance to the positive to play

And the next thing is the president and his visits

Over again and over again, I got to wake up from this…