I was produced by the fornications of my mother and father
Casted into this sinful world I call home

And here I stand

Living in this world for 20 years
I've found out that there is more manicans
than humans

Yet here this I stand

My back has been punctured by knives
So many times
I should have bleed to death and died

But here I stand

I've been knocked down
by the TKO blows of life
While the devil is grabbing my ankle
trying to pull me down

But yet here I stand


Th hurricane
of pain
has rained
upon my body
As it's rageful wind
sways me
I get back up

And here I still stand

As a man

As a poet of the gospel of my trials and tribulatons
of my hapiness and joy

God has bless me more than the grains in a bucket of sand
And here I stand
A blessed man