They asked me is this the end. I replied No. To my
devastated family. Before I die I’ll use all my weapons.
From my brain to my hands. Cause I believe this was
why I was formed. I’m an overcomer. Even if the world
is what I’m against. Long as God is with me. All I really
need in the end is me. Everything is in our control. It’s
not set up to win, but I shall. Exoneration is deliverance.
God’s will is that I prosper. As my soul does. Daily.
Mississippi is my state that has become my reckoning.
But justice is for All.
No weapons formed against me shall prosper
This poem was written by Don DaDa