Before I sleep,
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
And If I should die before I wake,
I pray to the Lord my soul to take.
Surrounded by evil forces
The blood of my enemies will flow before they penetrate my fortress.
Sharpening my blade, preparing for war
No time for debate, diplomacy is out the door.
Wickedly wicket wickedness
They exhibited at my demise
Little did they know I'm a fighter
Came back swinging without compromise.
Cowardly cowardness
They tremble when they my voice
Ambushed me, forced me into a corner
I needed to destroy them, I had no choice.
Poet: Solomon Maoba (
