~Ghetto poet~

Life of thugs around me
My vision sinking like a titanic
As much I look outside the window
I see starvation through words and sorrow
Still I beg the create of a creature
Who can see the future as he picture
God come save my words
From the ghetto place that I live on
Illusion over confusion
Still I wish to step aside
But I'm a shaking like ground devil can't stand on me
As the wind blows my shelter shakes
Ghetto poet with a vision
Population step aside from my thousand words to build this community,
Jumping electrical extensions wrapped with plastics
Still I survive
A president is like a dream over night they serve over distance living with no chance
But still I climb the ladder so harder
Without jumping like a grasshopper
Wanna shine over leaves like a butterfly momma will never cry as much as I try
From the ghetto I forget step my foot to the path
Reminacing past that never last
In my freeway like a truck loaded I'm loaded over vision that needs to be certified.
On the sideline wanna be in on the game
my chance will come to strike through
Life of ghetto poet with a vision
But still I search without signal
Hope of survival
I am a star around ghetto whenever I go
Knocking to success still I wait on the door
Maybe tomorrow I won't let go
Imma ghetto poet with a mission in hand and a vision in mind
Next generation wanna be like their pants falls like mine
They hail on me when I pass who they will moan when pass away since I've pave the railway
don't throw stones on me

~Ghetto poet~
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Poem by. DaSoulstriker
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Year. 20\13
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Jozi Poet Art Work Inc
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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

~I need a baby~



My patiently has turned into impatient
Counting drops
Making prayers before taking dinner
Through comforts crossing figures
O Lord I need a baby
Such wills to be lefted for any
Riches by riches
I've set up everything
All I'm asking for now is an offer
Waking up at night counting stars
Sitting over balcony watching moon dance
With my open hands begging
On my knees praying
Seems like I'm asking a jackpot while I have not dream numbers,
Categories being called at church even mine mentioned everyday,
But still I feel like it a delay
Snickers shoelaces tide
Day by day my wishes melt like an iceberg
O Lord I'm loosing faith
If I've sin right now I'm asking for forgiveness
Since a baby is my happiness
Garden prepared yet it not giving fruits
Through my prayers I've lost signal
Like a loss of frequent meter over a radio
I'm loosing it
yet still choosing it
Either I kick it nor eat it
Switches trip while I'm trying to smile for future
Dear Lord I need a baby
Abortions, take action and put it into my position
Please fill my application
I need a baby I've passed sewerages over ages
Kids stuck inside their souls not resting
How I wish one day my chest could cuddle one

~I need a baby~

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Poem by. |Bongani V Shinga
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Known as. |DaSoulstriker
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Team|Jozi Poet Art Work Inc
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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)
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Prophecy

His words has spoken

His mouth has shaken

The grounds and mountains

Barely in mind he made it all

Prophecy have mercy

Thick words with their meaning

I don’t even need dictionary,

I can hear his voice on the playground

Shaking trees over degrees

O holly love well increase

Oil in my ears hearing this waves

Over ocean

Hand me a wine

So that I can sip well

His will last thousands and billions

Year by year 

Month by month

Day by day

Hour by hour

Minute by minute

I mean it

His prophecy

Have mercy

Second by second

His glory I second

Bible keep the record

Cereal over meal

I’ve ate your meal still not starve

Guard me through all

Allow me stand tall

Prophecy have mercy

You’ve spoken mountains have shaken

Let me take your words like taking a pill over a meal,

Control me with your fingure point me any where you wanna send me

Feed my spirit with any of your powers

Send angels to guard me through night

Prophecy

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Poem by. Bongani V Shinga

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Known as. DaSoulstriker

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Team Jozi Poet Art Work Inc

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Young Star Production

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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

Jesus piece

Hell has turned to be a place called home,

Shouting they on fire

Jesus higher

Just like they never knew they have started burning as well.

His flesh

His blood

Over a cross they nailed him

But they didn slaughter him

So where did we end up finding his pieces

Heads over necks

It was painful if he knew we'll be fool

Jesus pieces nowadays media tool

I know he died for the whole entire living humans

That why I chose wearing rosary with romans

If I had to honor his death

I was gonna put his face on the bank notes

Even on my flat screen let him play his role.

His words on my cell phone

Let his voice speak on my ring tone

Jumping bob wire

Just because we wanna be higher

On my veins I wear Jesus words and on my mind I let the crusification plays actions before I move on this position

But he wanted me to be free

I bow to my Jesus thee never the Jesus piece

But my Jesus peace

North east west and south

Amen than I close my mouth

Jesus piece

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Poem by. Bongani V Shinga

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Known as. DaSoulstriker

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Jozi Poet Art Work Inc

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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

The day I started smoking



Some things are hard to be forgotten,
I hardly don't smoke
But I've fallen for it
Just like a cow I've manage to eat
With wounds in mouth
Still I swallow with same tounge
Daily plague over same view
Over my mind still got same tattoo
As well photo too
My mind ain't like a statue
The flame over nose and mouth
Making a prayer north till south
Above all my problems tick like a clock,
If I think about them I get shock
The day I started smoking
It was May 8
Like a gun sign hands sign
Still I shoot troubles
All I wish I could vanish through soil like water,

The day I started smoking

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Poem by. Bongani V Shinga
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Known as. DaSoulstriker
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Jozi Poet Art Work Inc
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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

~Once in a life time~







Through all I’m through

Afterwards the crown

I bow thee

False never get to me easily

I’m so shy to speak lies

Too proud to spit wisdom

I raise my hands like rising sun

And here I say he is the one

I open my eyes like lightning

And I choose him wisely

He gave birth to those who still give birth,

He sacrificed for those who can’t sacrificed for themselves.

They serve the last generation

Through what existed before them,

Genesis

Revelations you never ended

You never abonded anyone

Through dirty not forgetting your cleanliness,

Again I pose over this picture and I say

Once in life there’s a man

Who never look at me as I am

But he look at me as what I am gonna be,

You created wind remove evil whenever they chasing me

Today I’m still following your shadow,

Even in the absence of the sun

But I still hear the polite voice calling me son.

You gave and you still give us the days

Otherwise not forgetting the race is still on but nobody knows the finishing line.

Hang me through the line and allow me to come dry,

After you have washed my soul

Once in life time there’s a man who sees future over presence

Past over presence since it has been prepared future,

O Lord I praise you with thousands words

But in one mouth

I’ll listen to your thousand wills in two ears,

Look wise when I choose with two eyes,



~Once in life time~

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Poem by. Bongani Shinga

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Known as. DaSoulstriker

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Jozi Poet Art Work Inc

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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

 Reaping~





A giant will never be free

A giant is an enemy of none giants,

Hunts in yard find flies

Bushes you’ll find bucks

You got to deserve sun waves over your sweat,

Yet my heart is gasping over eternal,

Reading between the lines

I find it hard to understand

Ride the mind race with thoughts,

Win success as future button got press,

Mathematically divide past and add future,

Past pass with lessons and pain either gain.

Sleepless nights like an ant

With every load I excel

And count a seed

Subtract loss future I’m a boss,

Overdose hard-working

Sip wisdom and get drunk over peace,

Nightmares lottery fortune

God voice has spoken

And the step has been taken

Over a ladder I don’t panic

As I write future even pen lick

Page to page

Stage to stage

I’ll never turn my back over this garden

The fruits are ready to be eaten,

Enemies frown since they shaken

Status over a hand

Hard working allergic

Cause magic

I’ve paid a bill to success

Finally happiness



~Reaping~



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Poem by. DaSoulstriker

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Year. 20/3

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Jozi Poet Art Work INC

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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

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24YEARZ