I call,
I pray,
I ask,
I request the world to let me live,
Let me live for the art in the heart,
Let me live for the dime of my nation,
Let me live for the hopeless hearts,
Let me live for I am the art in the heart,
For my words weaves hills of truthful bliss
The kind hearts lack on a diet lies the length of trains on a track
I am trailing a bag, broken open and spilling my truth in stacks,
I am like a seasonal bird, constantly breaking boundaries 'cause I can't be caged
Let me live for I am the art
Branded with a blood of many races,
My ink paves a way for starvation warriors to give me a sustainable deal for my everyday meal
Stealthy, but wise like words on a page;
I am daily growing and I can't be stopped for I am the seasonal bird,
I can't be caged to feed those who love and cherish me,
I provide the beauty,
My strength uplift my nation's economy
I am the poetry, I speak for the voiceless
I am the art; the feed of my poets,
I am the paintings on skins of Tsodilo Hills;
I attract tourists and have my share for my nation's development: period!
Call me the Botswana's trust account;
I am the art, and I live in the heart
I am mother nature
Beauty, quality is what I treasure
I am art; let me live because this is built on a mission for a vision,
I'm like earth raising diamonds deep in her belly to sustain herself and her people,
Batswana, the nation,
Let me breathe for I treasure poems and songs for the voiceless and hopeless,
I'm just priceless, cheap,
I'm like a page to flip,
I Turned my surroundings to be my immune system,
I just got infected by the development virus from the songs I write,
The poems I speak,
The guitars I stretch to get something,
I am art,
I dance tsutsube to praise, eat, wear, pitch up my culture,
Blackness of my nation shall never rapture,
Misery, as these nights descends please pick up the speed to capture,
I am the advice in Donald Botshelo's greatest hits,
Let me live for the art in the heart,
Let me live for the dime of my nation,
Let me live for the hopeless hearts,
Let me live for I am the art in the heart,
I am the the thought, the seed in the three dikgosi's monument sculptor's mind,
Now look how Kgosi Kgama the third, Sebele One and Bathoeng one legacies live everyday,
That is my hand to pay, I am the art,
Let me live, let me walk a journey of a billion miles,
To sing, to write, to paint, to play segabagaba, to dance morabaraba, to feed my family,
I am art,let me, I beg, let me live
©lethal
L