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Face 2 Face
This is a tale of a gangster Who acts contrary to the Creator If you are reflected within this poem Then know this would be your end It was early in the morning sometime after one When death knocked on a door like the “Who’s that”! The gangster shouted “I’m the Angel of Death your soul is wanted” At once the gangster pulled out his metric Warning the Angel that he’s going to feel it He shouted with a dreadful tone “Angel of Death; leave me alone Ride out of here, Oh Angel of Death Get out of my face I’m not ready yet My unit on the block, on me they depend You better watch yourself before you come to an end” The Angel knocked again and again “My dog! I’ll take your life without any pain It’s your soul that God commission I was only sent here on a mission” Frustrated the gangster began to cry “Oh Angel! I’m so afraid to die I’ll give you my ride and all that I own Just give me a chance I want to stay at home” “My dog! Let me in” the Angel said If you don’t open up for me I’ll walk right through just like a genie” By the time the gangster had his X19 and AK47 Ready to send that Angel straight back to Heaven “If you only enter my place I will blow off your entire face” By now the Angel was in his house Saying; “come, let’s play cat and mouse Punk! Angels cannot die Put down your guns and wipe your eye Why are you afraid, tell me gangster To die according to the plan of the Creator Come, let us reason and don’t be scared of me To return to the Creator you should be so happy” “Oh Angel! I really feeling bad To worship the Creator, time I never had From morning till night I made paper Never once did I study the Creator The commands of God I never obeyed I cannot tell you the last time I prayed January came and December went I cannot recount how my time was spent I sold crack and smoked weed Anyone test would eventually bleed I always thought that I would live very long Because I never saw I did anything wrong I would big my clip when we go to the club With the monies I got from the Spanish we rob I’ll start to do what God wants me to do If only He would spare my life for true The laws of God I would always obey Beginning now I would start to pray I would give my wealth to the poor And stop the youths from fighting a war I will adhere to the laws of the land Oh Angel my future is in your hand Ask God; I’m begging you, to spare my life This time I would settle and have a wife”
“As Angels we do as God commands We cannot go against His plans Death is ordained for everyone Whether you are old or you are young Hard luck! Your number has now called This is the point where your life has stalled I do understand your immediate concern But the life you lived cause your soul to burn You played yourself in this life you didn’t care By your hands many died year after year Your parents you disobeyed and disrespected The advice from your teachers you also rejected You had control over the NHA and URP projects The poor that worked never saw their cheques Instead of providing for those who are in-need You filled your pockets to satisfy your greed You ignored the call to redeem your life In every neighbourhood you only caused strife Children lost their fathers and mothers lost their sons From the bullets that came from your guns What about those youths you have in prison The ones you would send out on a mission All those babies you never claimed To support them you always complained You profess to be a community leader The saviour of the poor a true redeemer But in your heart you knew that was not true The only person you cared for was and is only you My dog! You have done enough ill Your hands are bloody from the people you kill The families you destroyed from selling cocaine Are also added to your hall of fame Heaven for you I really don’t know You only reap that which you sow Well, that is all I have to say Your soul I shall now take away” This poem ended very, very dread The gangster blew off his own head He thought he escaped the hands of the Angel But little did he know his soul was sent to Hell My friends take a moral from this poem You never know when your life would end So, to avoid going direct to Hell Let us all live our life well |
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