Daylight Milk Cowboy Poem by Harold Ivens

All in all,
Can you tell me where is God?
Seems like I can only hear him from my iPod.
Is he only sound, or is he more than that?
Will he still be there at the end of the track?
I wonder if he knows, that I'm living this way,
Suffering the metro everyday just to get paid,
Living the same old routine, hoping one day,
Rap God will descend on me and take me away,
This song is a prayer,
These verses are but psalms,
Cause I'm still waiting on
The fall of Babylon,
I turn to daylight like a cow boy on the run,
Milk the cow, neck burning in the sun,
I work hard, I write slow,
But from the heart in order to flow,
Like blood in veins.
I hope it gets you entertained
And you get this refrain,
Cause here in the land of rain,
We act, we don't explain.



(Taken from my work as an MC with Hiphoptronics band St-James)