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SELF MADE? A Poem By Mztrchukwu by MztrChukwu(m): 10:35pm On Oct 13, 2015 |
Man speaks: "All I got is the gift of my hustle, The sweet fruit of my muscle I owe nobody nothing He who preach giving, aint hustled nothing. Yea, I paid my dues in sweat Worked it all while Clothed in thick dirt, The same drops of sweat watered my garden of toil Harvest came, I gathered a haul Though, I was born with a silver spoon mum had to sell it to see me through school 'cos Dad fought till he breathed his last I'm reminded when I think of Heroes past Life from then became every man for himself We hustled as kids till the clock struck twelve Mum couldn't do much with half a dozen mouths to feed Barely could she afford the next day's meal Still, I never gave up! Inspired by the splendour and grandeur of the wealthy I swore to myself to get money in plenty While my peers busied themselves with cunts I stayed focus on getting all my wants Traded my fun moments in the struggle for wealth Got so much cash in return, I could pay off death Can we say this was God's blessings? Or rather this was a product of life's lessons A true application of common sense Got me seeing the world in God's lens I'm self made! Man-Made Man! Lone member of the One Man Clan I'm the Adam in my garden of eden Surrounded by plenty and more to spend The genesis of my exodus from poverty Started when man pikin almost chop potty Sour memories of the hustler's pain Justifies my living the life of cain Enough! Bleep being the Abel Who send me when I dey smell? I ain't giving shit! Sharing is a curse Nobody deserves a dime off my purse I fought my way to the top Now you say you wan come chop? Una papa! While you rot in your misery, Ponder my wealth as a mystery "He's greedy" you keep whispering I keep smiling at treasures piled to the ceiling E no fit pain me" God responds: " Oh! Fool! I command you Stop there! None of these shall my holy ears hear! Enough blasphemy lest I strike thee in anger! It is the MOST HIGH whom you SLANDER! It was my earth, you toiled in sweat The very sweat you claim to have sourced your wealth Yet! You seem to easily forget I gave you pores to sweat! How you have forgotten, I gave you hands to work! And the very lips you've tainted with vain talk Though You have spoken in blasphemy, Your words can't deny me my Glory I AM GOD! I MADE YOU Never was there a man-made man I formed you in your mother's womb It is on my very ground you stand! You were born with nothing Except the thin layer of flesh I wrapped your soul in And after you're dead from bluffing You'd leave the same flesh to rot in your coffin Your brothers suffered while you lived in plenty Your pets grew fat while their pots stayed empty Refrain now! Else your soul be demanded of you In my wisdom, I created hell for ingrates like you I blessed you to be a blessing! I prospered you to show mercy Every dime you earned was for the benefit of many Yet you withheld and never gave any. How dare you! You called it all a product of life's lessons Yet you, couldn't see it all in the light of my mercies You forgot your toil was to teach you humility The pain you felt was meant to teach you pity My unfathomable Wisdom planned it from the start Your journey from birth to right where you're at Every experience you had was to glorify my name Your testimony was meant to put the devil to shame Repent now, else you shall feel my wrath In a blink, I could take everything you've got Remember! not a penny you've saved Shall escort you to the grave Quit being greedy! Share to the needy! Obey my command And you shall eat even more of the land For every measure you give, even more shall you receive Multiplied are the days you shall live Thus saith the Lord, I AM HE THAT GIVETH! Composed by: @MZTR_CHUKWU to the glory of the Most High |
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