God

[malcolmx]

A poem of my own

he gave me the shape in mother belly
when i was nothing really

when i was born
like flower with out thorn

he gave me the power to grew
by his grace words from my mouth flew

by his grace i stand on my foots
like giving the water to the roots

he make me able to walk
he make me able to ask

i do sin instead of that
you know what he do in reply of that

he doesnt aware the people about the fact
so i can sustain in soceity my respect

and what i am doing in reply of that
i should not do , i should not do that


by malcolmx
a little effort

[cogs]

this is great... i like the ending, it's true