Thank God I was not born a COWARD
Not Made to be an inadequate that hides to fight
Or only find strength or guts in numbers or in gangs
Faceless fraud Unable to know what real strength is

Thanks Heaven for the joys of Courage and Confidence
The knowledge that within the core stands solid and firm
That rarified vibe that permeates a centred self upheld
To know you'll stand a man face 'come what may'

What is my worth if I cannot uphold my convictions
And defend them publicly before God and my peers
Bestowed substance not semblance not a sham of my gender
If its death be it glorious as Legendary defeat is victorious

Tiredness is merely an Imposter that serves a purpose
A warrior prepared knows when to aim and when to parry
Real bravery does no overthinking or swallowing sorrow
Fire can burn in water if you know what to do with steam

What is the worth of Cowards but ringing contempt
Minds bred in hollowed Eden as regimented farm stocks
Rhymeless rhythmless vacuous untested playthings herds
The superficial state-bred cocoons living blind and dumb

Adversity is necessity for those born with hearts and soul
Real love is from the hanging chests of mothers in hot sunshine
Not from a can or the paid warden that leaves in the storm
And loneliness finds shelter in cocoons bred on wants and wants

Who empties the Savannah deluge with a bamboo vessel
Show me the fool that downs an Iroko Timber with a machete
Find the Son of my Ancestors that wear necklaces on his ankles
My Princes do not lay down swords to join a dancing troupe

It is what it is
Come what may
Thank God I was not born a COWARD
I own a renowned sword, I know how to use it......