Wouldn't wanna Write this Witty
But the ice of sorrow that runs through my spine brought me this
Mourning a Lad of high dignity
Who his demise would never let our heart rest in Peace

We got to meet like a Demon meets a Monster
Journey of fate brought us together
Our introduction, sweet like a Pasta
He was struggling with the pains of the throat that hurts deeper

Phoenix was a Rapper that murders millions
His punch lines like the roar of the Lions
Loving human with the smiles of the gods
His character cuts the joy through many  minds like swords

I would never forget un-made Lawyer
who walks like a dancing  Momma
Soul of an Angel
A gem on whom U'll never commit Libel

As virtues men they say partly go
And whisper to their Soul to go
So did you fly pass us like the moving spears
So sad, really made our emotion shed tears

No mouth wholly can say about your exit
Because every word would render the reason for you to stay a Legit
You are not yet a Metushella
Nor the greatest man that has ever lived in the quarter

You were ripped off like a broken egg
The bitterness of your departure in our heart a peg
Never the last in taekwando
A Black-belter the world would  ever know

Run faster, not faster than the heaven's gate
Eat Bro, not further than your ancestors ate
The Earth would have preferred you stayed so late
But the fellow Angels that awaits you would definitely hate

Ocean of tears from the girth of our eyes can't wash off this thunderous pains
No sound, not even the roar of dynamite can overcome this silent nights
But can our might bring you back out here again?
So we accept the grace to dine with the FATE

We certainly lost the chance of holding hands with you on the high-ways
Nor the pleasure of sharing a Goodbye on the parting-ways
Forever gone are the moments of pillow dialogue days
So into the air we share our blessing till our meeting days

Eat not the pedes
Nor the worm that crawls at the Heaven bay
But dine with the dead-and-gone Legends of ages
Rest in the ***** of most High till the judgement day

Its indeed a correct mistake that a dot of white is a stain on our black
Its inventions, a womb that born all Evils
Its promises, the word a Saint despises
Its stupid dreams, a count of Sahara ****

Its a correct mistake their tongue we ever bought
For the womb that made us we offered in penny
Our pride we cut so short
Their pranks scored us much better than Balloteli

Its a correct mistake we believe we were slaves
To be enslaved into their gravy cell that we then called a palace
We chased what's left to us as honour into. the cafe
Only to bath in their **** we called a grace

Its a correct mistake we ever shifted an inch
As it now turns a cell that imprisons our eggs, our fathers, our gods.
We took the bait to be toured for in a pinch
Turning our shrines a funfair that gets us bored

Its a correct mistake that our right made us wrong
We fell for the weak we believed would make us strong
A fallacy of conception that God is actually a white
Logically thinking its a plight to make our future bright

Its indeed a correct mistake
That Adam actually got fooled by a hole for a bite of cake
Esau gave out a divine right
Just to make the worms in the stomach feel alright.

Its a correct mistake they came through the sea from the west
Its much crazy we still drink from the well that put our ratio of intelligence to test.

Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone.
Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough.
Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack.

Yet! Still yet!!!
The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts.
Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts.
A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer.
Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear.
Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar.

The storm of life rages to scatter the sands.
Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds.

Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes.
Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs.

Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee.

Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics.
All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces.

I set back to trace all tunnels.
All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone.
A Granny that gets all into her without funnel.
An uncle that treats all for one.

Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone.
All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.