Back to the wall
Life wished to see me crawl
Can’t hear your call
Saying, against all odds standing tall
From my brother Poet of Da Streets
Pen & Paper, like the rain coming down in sheets
Poet of Da Streets is the one that feeds
The streets of South Africa with his hands
Back to the wall, that’s where hope stands
Fighting even the demons enforced by argue
Demanded by hatred, all resulted in death, all the way through
Unnoticed for the crying nation
I tried to dry your teary eye, you have my fascination
Cry no more, Somalia my beauty
Kept by hope, stick to faith and your duty
Knowing tomorrow will be better than yesterday
Yet every dark cloud today is silver grey
Covered with blood of those who died
Yet today, they are all unnoticed, nobody wonders why
Their reward
Ignorance, disregard
They died in vain
Yet now all that left is pain
Yet now our generation living in shame
Given the label “Nation to Blame”
Who are you to judge me or my fellow men
Only God can judge me, follow His divine plan
Blessed by the courage of the past generation
Stained, we work out our own salvation
Mogadishu, Kismayo, Bosaso, Hargeisa
And all the other beauties, drink patience as a chaser
Poet of Da Streets, verse by verse from South Africa
Back to the wall, never left the path of virtue - Pen & Paper
Remember every day is a lesson
Every lesson is a struggle and a blessing
Every struggle is a story to tell
Every story, guess you know Poet & Pen very well
Poet of Da Streets in collaboration with Pen ‘N’ Paper
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