I thought life would be easy
I escaped among the millions sperm
Though every thing was going as I thought
But the sudden death demolish all the plans
Situation have move me to uncle's house
Whom I thought they will be my father
Period have lead me to auntie's house
But they are all Bed of the feather
They always pretend as if they care
In the front of many cameras
But uh-uh they are tyrants
That pampers his only son
They use me as source of income
By sending me out for slavery
They use me for man power
To execute all their chores
They promised to sponsor my education
But I graduated with B.sc vending
Beating, pouching are the exercise
they rotate every morning
How am I going to see who to rescue
When continuous cries have make my eyes blind
How am I going to escape From them
When my two legs have collapsed with beating
Allahumusta'aan
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