CHEATING IS MY CALLING

Man is to error, woman to a mistake

men feast,women just taste

I don't love her, I think I got lust

but as they say, you can get love at lust

She thinks I live in heaven, but am a neighbour to hell

she says my swag is cool, she

don't know my days are numbered

I told her am romantic, but was tale

she thinks am her foundation, she is truly standing on a shell

Am sorry for her, cheating is my calling

I text my next girl, when she is snoring

when she grow up she want her finger to have my ring

she thinks she is my queen, but I have never been her king

She is hot but her girl friend is hotter

everyday I dream, moulding her like a potter

am through with her friend, I think I saw her cousin

she is not my kind, but in her I want to pop in

Her cousin now, just called me darling

I am about to mix her, let me take off my ring

I think she is sweet, I need to pull up

but here comes another beauty,eish! just hold up

I have a golden boot, am a super player

caution to all ladies, am a real slayer

but am always fair, to them I say a prayer

before their hidden treasure, with me they can share

THE PASSION OF CHRIST

Just like the passionate story of Christ there exists 

a passionate story that only my heart can tell 

it brings an undefined feeling derived from the core of my heart

and my heart says i should call it (PATRIFICATION)

after its wonderful creator.

Its the amazing feeling that transforms me

into the modern day Judas

and leaves me with no option

but to betray my feelings to her and

at the same time accept that she is 'missable' 

hoping she will accept my confessions
and like the roman soldiers she will be loyal

and give me 30 minutes of her precious time in exchange.

In my fantasies i wish she was the betrayer because like Judas

she would have done it with a kiss;

mmh!it would have felt but reality purely hurts

and at the same time heals because she is found here

When i visualize Christ on the cross

innocently crucified for our salvation 

i practically keep my innocent fingers crossed

hoping to get salvation for my heart 

this Friday and more that are to come

and hope its safe to say nimekukufia 

and let us call it good Friday

AM NOT THEM; AM ME

The five fingers, similar but not equal

we are all similar, but not equal

we have equal opportunities, different ways of killing em

may be from the same father, but the sperm was different

KING MASTEL THE 1ST

We don't share names, mine is the dopiest

comparing me to t

hem, that just don't make sense

am always the best, you will kill their self esteem

i don't wanna be a murderer, so let me be me

He may be the leader, but for tomorrow you never know

he may have money, but tomorrow i will own the bank

he tops the class, am strong; hold it from the back

i run my own world, never compare me with theirs

Clad in a suit, perhaps he took it from me

his tie is cool, eish! i was not meant to be a pastor

he drives a Mercedes, i woke up in a new Bugatti

am the author of my life, their pens can't write on my book

THANKS GOD

That i rub shoulders with kings thanks to God
he has made me a special one although to many am odd
he took me from the dust embracing me in a city made of gold
that's why I'll praise him even if i get old

He has made me rich i can now afford a smile
he helped me take the first step am grateful i have walked for a mile
always there with a smile i don't need 911 to dial
because to me his blessings he gives that's in a pile

githuiwaruthnamonica

Lifting my hands does not mean to problems i surrender
but it's a sign of praise for his love so tender
to him am always welcomed i don't need to win a tender
because making me happy am sure is his agenda

Thanks also for my friends make their blessings so pacific
always answer their prayers even when they ain't specific
you know all my friends but let me be specific
AMEN be to this prayer because its for Ruth and Monic