Bring 'em On!

One sheet after the other,
I flip each like the dollar,
They pick 'em when I'm done n
They keep 'em when I'm gone n
...Next thing, they bring me a number;
They weigh me like a scale so they've gotta be under
The top is ma spot; there aint no putting asunder
The Lord's ma support; there aint no reason to wonder
So you can, bring on the rain n bring on the thunder
Bring on some pain; It just makes me stronger!!

(I wrote this during my final year 1st Semester exam time)

When It Finally Counts

"It wasnt easy!"

That would be the theme of my song

on that day when it finally counts.

The elite, profound and freshmen

shall be my crowd.

Some cheering.

Some others staring.

I will walk up the podium,

fulfilled and proud.

The world will hear of it.

Men shall speak of it.

A great day it shall be called

when honour and I shall finally meet.