the journey....

How we were raised we are pushed to believe in things we don’t know.

We wonder as kids relying on our parents to know

Before we get a grip of being around them, we taken to school so we know

I realized there is little in school that helps us know

Besides help us to read and write the rest is up to us to know

I was born in the city way before it grew bigger like it is

Before I knew it I was in Kcity, where I now call my home

I have see struggles back then in nyawitta, but it was still home

Feeding on a meal per day, watch mum comforting us to feel at home

They say there is a light at the end of the tunnel

You ask yourself why is it so long in this tunnel

Life was so narrow like the end of a funnel

I have lived each day hoping for things as much as the top of the funnel

Shit! I have see life struggles and I just want heaven for me

And I am not stopping at that, coz I don’t want my son to feel the same

I wake up from the slumber, coz sleep is the cousin of death

I am made to believe so, I’ll rest with my one eye up

I know this is destined for greatness and more greatness

I feel like the candle in the wind and I got to keep awake

Let the light up burning and keep my spirit awake

I know I am sinner from birth, but I kneel my knees to the Lord

And I know he hears me, he is the foundation of greatness

I will hold on him, even if it is by the hem of his cloth.

God watch my soul……