Alone For the Rest of My Soul
At just 30, please death take this to her:
For I was thinking that life start at forty
For I had hidden the good side of me mother,
For that me, there is another me stealthy;
A good son you once dream, that is not a robber,
rapist, political thug, cultist, dope distributor,
A well educated, that never try to kill his brother
Not a road mugger, and not a village destructor
Kaka, i am no more, that evil is out of me now,
And say good things about me later, please,
Give them my legacy, and lied that i rest in peace
Recall me before age ten; the joy i never know;
And smile I forgot off, mildness son you once love
Alone mother, untroubled, for the rest of my soul.
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