I AM A THIEF

yes i am a thief;
in front of the judge i had said;
yes i steal with my head high;
yes i am a thief;

for many politicians came and promised us life;
many had life we never had and they left;
i steal not for fun but for a need;
i refuse to be a begger;
i steal to fill my gut;

i stole from myself and i never felt good;
yes crucify me is fine;
dying bring my suffering to an end;
dying bring peace to my mind;
for evil i always think;

i will steal and steal for i am nobody;
i'm rejected by many;
my existance is of no value to many;
when i pass they whisper;
when i greet they keep quite;

i steal for justice to be done;
doing a little wrong for a big write;
yes i'm aware of my deeds and actions;
i'm aware of the pain i cause;
yet my stomach cause me to do what i'm doing;
i steal and steal.

The other side of Africa

no one ever showed us that side;
the side an American child do not know about Africa;
it is hidden by those who undermine it;
a side everybody hate;

all we know about the mother continent;
she gave birth to all human mankind;
she is known of poverty;
she is known of pain and murder;
why is africa to many a dull and infected land;

a land so rich that the outsider love;
yes they love it for their self enrichment;
a land of gold and diamond;

my africa has another side;
a side that is difficult to see on tv;
a side that many can not believe;
Africa is a strong mother;
persicuted by her childern and rivals;

A Journey with an old Man

the sun was at the centre of my head;
beside the fig tree there was an old man;
thirsty i am he screamed to mel;
i went near he said "give me anything to drink;
and i will tell you secrets of life"

my mind ran wild my spirit was tickled;
i gave her a cup of water to drink;
he said "the shall be the water in your house for the rest of your life"
the water will bevel you and your family
many will fight you for what is yours

never mock those who better than you;
for you will need them sometime;
the shade of death is squashed by the light;
the light from your ancestery;
never leave a stranger in your house;

these are the mystries the old man told me.

Love is Pain

i hate to hide from it;
i hate to believe it bacause is true;
i hate to face it because is reality;
that love is painful;
that love has tortured me;

i absorbed and diffused my being to someone;
someone special than all the memories;
i embraced her smile and sorrow;
her strength i cherished;
while the weakness we overriden to be better;

wow, the pain was nothing but a pain;
it wounded my love perception;
my courage was timid around her;
my tongue would stutter;
i could not talk or even to mumble;

love why are you so cruel;
why do you rattle my heart;
why do you feed me to lions of minds;
why do you throw me in the dirt;

upon you i used to laugh from my stomach;
upon you i used to cry when i'm happy;
upon you i used to dance and dance nakedly;
why do you abonden me when i rely on you;
when i gathered my strength you hide yourself;

i so wish i never knew you;
you are pain and pain to my being.

her last good bye

ring ring was the phone;
to my ears i put to listen;
hallo i said,
yes there was her voice saying;
my son...my son how are doing?

fine i'm doing mom how are you doing?
for a some seconds she paused;
i asked once again;
her voice was never bold;
her moods was never cold;
she said life is life we have to live it;

i asked wether she's fine?
she said i had one thing i needed the most;
the son out of many sons;
th e one weapon against life;
the sacred one from my ancestors;

i love you a lot she said;
i said me too i love you mom;
she told me to be strong and never to be afraid;
i said here i stand, good bye she said;
as usual i said good bye too;
little did i know that never will i hear her voice;
i wept my eye to pain,yes my voice to pain;
unfortunately she is gone forever.

i feel blessed

i feel that i'm blessed more and more;
i woke up without my eyes but i see everything;
my is spirit is sensing life un to my flesh;
my troubles became a funtasy to me;
i feel that i'm blessed and i am;

the african son from the toemato background;
the small but greater in the minds said;
i will one day have my own stars and moon;
i will one day see the side of bread and butter;
for mercy is upon my shoulders;

who could believe that the poorest of the poor are rich;
who could smell the bigger pot being cooked;
i feel blessed because i can still breath;
many do not matter much;
my life will remain a mirror to the next generation;

i will leave a legacy,a legacy hope and dreams;
a dream that surpasses all riches in the world;
a legacy to know and accept ourselves;
to understand the meaning of love and hate;
to give without looking back;
to feel the need to grow above every standard
yes i feel blessed and i know i am.

in the mist of my tears

in the mist of my tears;
i cried like a dying horse;
yes in the mist of my tears;
i felt the pain of death;
in the mist of my tears;
i felt a pain greater than labour pain;
i felt my heart repturing;

i cried for help no one answered;
i knocked to my neighbour but i was never looked at;
in the mist of my tears;
i felt the tears,the tears of sorrow and shame;
in the mist of my pain i called your name;
please save me from this touture;
who will rescue me from the darkness of the world;

in the mist of of my tears;
when men and women desert me;
when the friends reject me;
when my family is ashamed of me;
i then fixed my eyes upon you;
i thought of ending my sorrow;
but i remebered your love;

on you i rely and rest;
on you i find hope and love;
in your words i'm comforted;
listening to you brings my will to live back;
in your words i gather my strength;

but my question will always be why should the son of this woman suffer;
why must i fall in the hands of the wicked one;
my life does not feel like life;
in the mist of my tears;
i feel the dark cloud upon my head;
my vision is blur;
my path and ways are never clear;

my question will always be why should the son of this woman suffer;
is it a curse or what?