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Valhalla

Goodenough Mashego

@ last my dream came true, final puzzle fell into place
Months of headaches, cross-nightings, my road is mapped
I can finally down a pint never fear about tomorrow
Pass out plus fuck a telephone they will call tomorrow
The storm is over, though still misty, I can see my path
Lord is my shepherd, guides his son past all the witches
Hold your breath cast me a spell, you'll die still wishing

When I started felt like vanity, it's playback time
Every hour every minute every ounce of my brain
Every line I ever wrote all pitching for honours
We give no posthumous awards I'm still here in one piece
Letting my verses make you suffer see how long you gonna last
How many lyrical stabs & poetic gun-wounds
You gonna resist until you scream "hail mary I'm here"

I blindly follow my rusty brain all the way to hellfire
Believing I'm the chosen one all the way to the furnace
What it gave me in 8 years some will hustle for life
I'll give you a spoonful of my brain just to see your envy
Coz when I'm finally dead and gone the ashes will prevail
The only thing you'll stay holding is my remains in a vase
Plus everything you ever wished me will be done to you

Today I celebrate with pride with every dog that stood by me
Past the uncertainty, initiation by force
I was baptized by blood, with bullets on a razor wire
Today they made me, I love all hustlers from my heart
Today we all smiling, double duplex, cash is liquid
Today we celebrate our arrival to
A stage in life when we can smoke weed, get drunk and fuck

 




LitNet: 16 August 2006

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