Still basking in the OGA AT THE TOP euphoria, I decided to come up with this poem for MY OWN OGA AT THE TOP.

Why answer to any OGA in ASO-ROCK
When I can for ages stand on HIS ROCK
All I really have to do is KNOCK
Then sit back and watch my enemies MOCKED

When I was dead in SIN
He raised me into the SCENE
Taking me to the mountain TOP
I became a joint heir; an OGA AT THE TOP

I was bought by his BLOOD
From darkness and its FLOOD
On the cross my sins were CRUSHED
On him I have an unending CRUSH

His joy gives me a POP
Even when I no fit CHOP
On his word I stand like a COP
THE REAL "OGA AT THE TOP"

Composed 15/03/2013 by Cutemude