How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there’s a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we’re the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there’s a Heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we’re the last ones left, but life goes on
About the Author
Ras Godisoh is an urban poet (writing, performing and recording), an actor, an agronomist and a human rights defender, who champions for the rights of of the less privileged
I call my style the smell of ghetto and the cologne of the city. I believe in changing the world one word at a time
I was the second runner up in the East Africa Poetic Hour Battle; Nominated in the Nairobi Music awards Emerging Talent of the year; Nomination Rosa Parks Awards Spoken word Poet of the year.
