I come from a society,
Where people of different varieties,
Display their temperamental liberty.
Girls who have too much beauty,
Use if for immorality,
And they get full immunity,
As well as a handful of liberality.
That’s the naivety of my society.
What a government,
Using us as instruments,
Promising a handful of improvement,
Yet no bit of development,
When we ask, there’s always disappointment.
They talk like serpents,
Promising to give treatment,
Yet they put us in displacements.
I have to mention,
This is a confession,
In form of a caution,
Or call it an instruction,
For my crew and association.
Take it as an inspiration.
In my society, there’s much assassination,
So you have to be full of determination,
If not, you become a conviction
Of a certain assertion.