Knock on wood, by aldo Kraas

Knock on wood

I am sleeping just fine

Knock on wood

I can cook for myself

And the food that I cook is not fancy

But I must say that it is better than in most restaurants

That is a new poem
Written by
AIdo Kraas

Tell like it is You don’t care for God But you care for money And money is your God I feel ashamed of you

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

I took a peek at the sky This morning I saw nothing but blue sky It was indeed beautiful Also it was our father

Yes one day I will be old And during my old days My skin will age gracefully There is nothing that I can do about my skin aging

We are not in trouble Because our Father forgave us For not praying for him Because we were

Do I want to be your lover? Yes I would love to be your lover… And do anything you ask me to do f…

One pair of hands That my father Have to heal the people That is sick here on earth They are waiting for my

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

Ya man I am the Father Of Jamaica You are all my people Ya man

God’s children Bien venido To a beautiful day Let’s not waste that day By sleep in

Look who’s talking Badly about me He tells me that I am A religious fanatic That is wrong

Un soire That I go to bed early Because it is now my Bed time AIso I am glad that

When you gone You left me in Shock Because I never Expected that

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

I am a soul man Thanks to my Father Who kept the soul man Alive that is me Also my Father