In a world of many weathers, my weathers are boring.
In a very deep sleep and I began snoring.
I lay my head on my fluffy pillow,
And all I could dream is the longing for snow.

In my country, it's windy and wet,
And sunny season roles in and we all get the rush of sweat.
Although it's never and excuse to fete, I bet.
Like dreadful flees in an old woman's hair net.

Now when it gets dark in places with high grass.
A never ending buzz from a friend that's night fast.
Who's very annoying and loves to have you below,
A cover, because they are mosquitoes.

Just two weathers, two plucked bird feathers.
That fall to the ground but not ignored by anyone.
Imagine spring time when the flowers bloom,
And autumn night when we'll stare at the moon.

And the falling of the leaves, down they go!
To prepare the natures instruments for the coming of snow.
But the best time of all is known as the summer,
Due to it's end and school reopen, that's just a huge bomber.

Any way of all things, I will always love my sports.
My favorite's football, because I just love scoring.
But I awoke from my sleep and an end to the snoring.
Back to a world with many weathers, but my weathers are boring

The race isn't for the fastest,
But for those who can endure it until the end.
Boy like a cheater and a world record beater,
On the running track with his sponsored spiked sneakers.
Ready for the race and the crowd's screaming BOLT!!
An athlete's little secret later on was unfold.

Deceiver in the eyes and loyal in disguise.
A proper pro player, with heavy bonds and ties.
Not in it for it but in it for the fame,
Forgetting about the hard-work, sweat, loss and pain.
An athlete's little secret, later on explained.

People, can you trust in the one you trusted before?
Or even the one who stand among you today?
Their lies and deceits are like roaring storms,
And they are like animals that are very hard to tame.
But they took it upon themselves playing a dangerous game.
An athlete's little secret, later on in shame.

They took drugs like all around the clock.
The more drugs they took, the more enhanced they got.
But then they got exposed and hid in shame.
I guess that drugs didn't help their strive to fame.
Left in the dark and loss all but everything,
Can people still trust? Can a second chance be given?
An athlete's little secret, later on forgotten.

An athlete's little secret, later all on the news,
An athlete's little secret, so much they had to loose.
A athlete's little secret, once a try and a glance,
An athlete's little secret, there is no second chance.
An athlete's little secret, there's no more to say,
An athlete's little secret, the bed you made to lay.

The world once had great and untouchable athletes.
Who had admiring levels of personas.
Who truly understood what hard-work brings,
And who went through pain and unbearable things.
But there are some who stoop really low,
Just so they can bring a medal home.
Bronze or silver, none or gold,
An athlete's little secret later on was told.

Based on this topic and what I have learnt.
The lost of young athletes made me felt hurt.
But it's not fake it's all reality.
This fight isn't against powers nor principalities.
But a fight to teach honesty and give all of your heart.
An athlete's little secret, a fight to make it last.

He is only 18 and his name is Tariq Walker,
Growing up around the herbs, they call it marijuana.
5 foot 5 or maybe 5 foot 8, and he has fell in love with the Marry Jane.
And when he smoke the herbs he on top of his game.

High all day, and everyday he ain't the same.
Eyes ****** red and he doesn't feel the strain.
Mr. Tariq Walker, is always sky walking,
Too high to sit still in class and always smile talking.

But on the other side he's a very smart kid.
Who understand his work and knows the right thing.
but the main distraction that set him off track,
Is only the marijuana because he doesn't want to try crack.

I never said to be a stalker,
But keep an eye on the walker.
Because when he smokes the herbs,
Remember he'll be seeing birds.

Who am I;
Am I a star, that shines above the earth.
Am I a leaf, that falls from a tree.
Am I a being, of being human or being it.
Just it, what's it, not any career can fit,
To who am I and what am I to do.

Who am I;
Am I a seed, that falls from a fruit.
Am I a fruit, that falls to be eaten.
Am I a slave, to do, what's to do, for who?
Just who, who's who, not anyone could say who's you,
To who am I and who is who for what to do?

I know who am I;
I am a child, who looks at night and doesn't fight.
I am a boy, who knows what to do and for who.
I am a task, who was past, will be my future and a present as a gift.
Yes a gift, what gift, who's gift, a God given gift.

To who am I, and a gift to rap, to raise the stacks of being white, yellow or red, no of being me and being black.

Is a man a man,
If he cannot stand "OR"
Rise his hand "TO"
Make a command.

Is a man a man,
If he beats a child "THEN"
Abandon this child "SO"
A mother could cry.

Is a man a man,
When he can't talk the talk "OR"
Walk the walk "BUT"
Breaks the vow, and has to serve in court.

Is a man a man,
When he doesn't know the roles of a man "AND"
Always demand an answer "FOR"
The question, what is a man?

Is a man a man,
When he sews the seed "TO"
Reap the grieve "OF"
Becoming a thief.

Answer to me: Is a man a man,
If he cannot stand "OR"
Rise his hand "AND"
Use his voice "TO"
Make a command.

Is a man a man?

A word from the wise is a golden prize.
Where a foolish man slept, is where a foolish man lies.
For God is a spirit and prophesies the truth.
And we are his children from different races and roots.
He taught man to love, but men's hearts are cold.
Fear not who can **** the body,
But who can **** both body and soul.

Man sees vanity of pleasure, while God see love in the heart.
Disobedience, lies and impurity will keep God and man apart.
While the man of the world looks for wealth and power,
A Godly man seeks salvation and stores his riches where it cannot wither.

And to all women, true beauty is never seen,
But it's how you're on the inside, makes you a queen.
Never mind the bribes, talks and kisses.
Because men are like snakes and don't all snakes hisses?
Look for a man who stands with God.
And talk his talk and walk his walk.
Because a man who loves you for you is true.
Be spiritually minded and be aware of carnality too.

Nine months she labored,
Baring sweat, exhaustion and pain.
Some men may think it's easy,
But a mother's role isn't an easy game.

Her tears of joy, new baby born,
All laboring is now at an end.
To see her face for the first time,
I am your child my mother,
A lovely God sent friend.

As twelve months pasted, aging 1 to two, to three.
Growing up with love and kindness,
A wonderful boy mom said to me.
Getting older as years stays young,
As mother gets weaker, I got even strong.

One great lesson that I learnt growing up,
Is that God can hear all mother's prayers.
So every child who disobeys and lies,
Understand what mothers are for.
To stand besides you every day,
And pick you up when you fall.

She was a fragile little girl,
Dreams of wondering the world.
A pretty smile to which she sees,
Such loving voice to those she plea.

As sorrows came and all joy goes,
She became pale and white as snow.
"What a beautiful ring," her dad would say,
Knowing he's giving his daughter away.

Trapped indoors, a woman to be.
With no hope of joy, who can she be?
Once a smile but know often pain.
Will she ever in life be free again.

Her life is now torn apart and forever bent,
Like trees that sway with no balance and strength.
Her heart will speak to which she seeks.
But who will answer to a poor child's plea.

Great strength of passion, caring humble, and kind,
What does he think?"can love be mine"?
A fortitude boy, little mind what does he seek.
Love is strong, and I'm subtle and meek,
A deep hole, how? The pit he's in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.

A brave smile everywhere he goes,
What's on his face is not what his actions show.
"Keep pressing forward and never look back," she said.
Many words of wisdom, from a mother well said,
But did he fell back or did he look in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.

My final chapter in the book I write.
Isn't God great for the stars in the night.
In the beginning he made man and woman, is't he clever,
Disobey and die, but obey and live forever.
And He is still here, my heart he's in.
My heart is weak and it weeps within.