I have a choice I must write poetry every day For my Father and my friends It is my Father who have made I in his image

Celtic man Please play your violin To the world So that the world can hear your mu… That is coming out of the violin

Women when I needed you the Most you wore there Every day Taking care of me Women I am old now

Yesterday I was not a happy men Because I had spent all my money In the second-hand store Today I am broke Yes I learned my lesson

That men Has a sick mind He uses all the bad language When he is talking to

I am going to heaven now That I am dead The angel already came Down from heaven And carried me home

We are trapped In a no win situation And we are all blacks Buying joints from The drug dealers in the street

How do you want Your life to be Do you want To be a Christian Also black people

Inside of Aldo’s life The curtain doesn’t rise anymore After 14 years And it is so painful for me to see… And to live with the fall every si…

I need to calm down again Because I losing my mind again That is the honest truth Father With our without you I need to work out

Bon jour Thanks for bringing The new day Very early this morning Dear Father

Love, love, love! Is very special And so warm Because it is A feeling

Where you been Father I am happy that I am Your black child Black people we all Have one father

I wait for tomorrow Because it is not in vain And I also have the feeling that… Will be much better for me than to… Even though I am having that intu…

I want that way That the people Also have respect for me I deserve to be Respected people