WHEN I DIE
Now I don’t know what my funeral will be like
But I do know what my life is like
Everyone is a critic; who gave them the right?
To think they can censor and correct what I write?
I’ve been through a lot; you can call that a rite,
I’ve seen a lot of days; you can call this my night
I know you seen yours too; but I’m the one with the mic,
So please hush and listen; you don’t have to think I’m right
No conceit; I write beautiful poetry and then some;
Why do you think I can’t out write Paul Anderson?
I can’t front; the boy does write some shit;
But neither he (nor anyone else) can write the shit that I speak!
Understand; this is NOT a popularity contest;
And if it was, trust me I wouldn’t want to win
Because I have nothing with which to compete;
And be as good as I am; I cannot be him
So I stay in my place; allow him stay in his,
Come to my candle; light yours and leave me in peace
You don’t want to; you don’t have to, just leave me be
I’m here to have fun; you don’t know the things I’ve seen
Think I care about being writer of the month?
Hmm…you don’t know me…watch me give away all my points!
Think I write to impress you? What’s the point?
Think I live for your ‘great!’ and ‘nice one’s! You couldn’t be more wrong
All that praise and adoration I could get for a song
I am me; you are you. Why can’t we all just get along?
I know you wonder sometimes why I say ‘bless God’
‘Is he born again?’ or ‘is his faith that strong’?
Questions you’ll never get an answer for
Check my life’s questions; you couldn’t answer four!
What does it matter to you if I learn at Lade’s feet?
What matter of yours is it if I want to marry Abby?
What concerns your concern if I have a crush on Gretel?
How does it affect you if my parents think I’m a pest?!
What if I wed in Spain and honeymoon in Tibet?
I can take great risks; you don’t have the liver to bet!
Because I see a really big picture; all you see is a vent;
A small hole through which everything else makes sense
Get your head out of the clouds; you may be a god,
But you’re a fool if you don’t know there are other gods
I don’t care what you think, read through this; don’t blink
Read and think; again and again before you comment; please
If you don’t get it, please don’t comment; I understand
I stay above all that, I never under stand
I don’t know how I’ll die, but I know what my funeral will be like
Real quiet; peaceful with the few people I like
Notice the present continuous tense? Ha – I’ll never die
Because I’ll always be here with you, mark my words;
I’m not going anywhere because I make impacts and marks with words
You write with the pen; I write with swords
Because a wise man said; ‘in peace prepare for war’.