If I should die before I wake up
I pray God gives me a good take up
Let me shine bright like a Jacob

If I should fall before I get to heaven
Put me back on floor seven
So I can walk in the promise and completion of His message

If my inspiration should leave
Allow me not to breathe
To find meaning in this life to which i cling

If The P.O.E.T.S should not write in there books anymore
Or develop in their minds several clever metaphors
Or tell stories thru time just to open up the doors
Tales about pimps,playas, prostitutes, and whores
About black businessmen, CEOs, and those who practice law
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth

I dont wanna speak no more

If my heart should ever stop supplying the ink
That fills my pen so i poetically write all that I think

If my body should ever stop listening to my brain
Let me function as pure spirit so my thoughts remain

If i should ever be freed from the prison called the flesh
I would whisper words of wisom into the ears of a young man
So that he grows wise, capable of all things, and most definetly fresh

If I should die before I finish this prose...