Ain't Dead Yet

I ain’t finished with me, yet.

I ain’t a loser yet,

I ain’t giving up yet,

I would be back yet,

And I ain’t dead yet.

I ain’t a conqueror yet,

I ain’t a master yet,

I ain’t there yet,

I ain’t that dynamite yet,

Ain’t the prototype success story yet,

I ain’t a unique specimen, yet;

I ain’t fulfilled a destiny, yet.

But I will.

Just watch me

Cause, I ain’t dead, yet.

I ain’t that star piercing the dark clouds, yet,

I ain’t achieved 300 inventions with a

Handful of peanuts, yet.

I ain’t hitting newspaper headlines, yet;

I ain’t trending on twitter, yet.

I ain’t on the dream team, yet.

I ain’t wrestled a black nation from inequality, yet.

I ain’t scored my first World Cup goal, yet.

I ain't made it to the mountaintop, yet;

I ain’t slain my Goliaths yet;

I’m even short on rocks for my sling.

I ain’t on a world class record crew, yet;

I ain’t been to the ends of the world, yet;

I ain’t seen the rainbow’s end, yet,

Sheez, I ain’t got a dime to begin with.

I ain’t six feet under just yet;

I ain’t dead, yet.

I ain’t the man in the mirror, yet,

I ain’t the strength of a worm, yet;

I ain’t a prisoner-turned-prime minister yet.

I ain’t a Zwelinzima, yet;

I ain’t who I seek to be, yet,

But I ain’t tripping, you bet

I ain’t dead, yet.

I ain’t taught a soul to fly, yet;

I ain’t on top of the world, yet;

I ain’t broken a record, yet;

I ain’t slain my Egyptian, yet;

The cloud’s moving but my stuff ain’t packed, yet.

I ain’t the beauty of the earth, yet,

I ain’t the black pimpernel, yet.

I ain’t a celebrity, yet;

I ain’t the shining coal, yet;

I ain’t a Nobel laureate, yet.

I ain’t on the winning side, yet.

I ain’t the African dream, yet;

I ain’t the future of the world, yet.

I ain’t counting blessings, yet.

Guess, I haven’t written my Same Song

Recital, I gatto floss against all odds

Or I just ain’t dying on me, yet.

I ain’t that superstar, yet;

I ain’t the greatest, yet;

I ain’t written my Godfather, yet.

I ain’t History, yet,

I ain’t the voice of a dying nation, yet;

I ain’t survived a civil war to invent

The fastest calculating machine, yet;

You can bet your life on it, I ain’t done yet.

I ain’t getting me limited by popular opinion, yet;

I ain’t crippled by status quo, yet.

Even World War 3 ain’t a threat.

If before I achieve, my body hits the cemetery,

Don’t turn the page and close the book, yet;

I’m coming back after they bury me;

I ain’t dead, yet.

Akpan

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