Makaveli's Psalm Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

The world got no heathen
We all believers in this
And my faith seeks my worth
When I crack it, I'll flow gold

I'm born a diamond gleaming
Coated by dirt poured by evil men
Who live to see my crawling
Eating dust on the bottom

I rose and shine
From concrete of suffocation
The odds I defeated
Today, I'm a legend

Streets gone rough
Every minute is born tough
As we hustle beyond enough
Till we own the last laugh

Brothers leave ghettoes by hearses
Desert eagles feasted on them
Tears of their mothers fill the ocean
As these caskets descend

We became juveniles
Of the system that is never senile
Built by devilish sentinels
Putting us in these gloomy tunnels

I cry my beloved people
Sons and daughters of the struggle
Fiendish masters had them lost
In a jungle of cannibals
Drinking cups full of human blood

Makaveli's Psalm I sing
A real negro song
Sacred to the last nerve
To motivated my broken people

Makaveli's Psalm I read
Written from beneath the radars of love
To the brims of human's hearts

So, he who has ears, let him hear
Sing this psalm