I was born in a village,
Somewhere where my kin never originated from, at the age of ten I lost my world.
I succumbed to petty hate, petty crimes filling my pockets. If I could roll back the time would I have said goodbye?
The eldest to inherit my fathers ambition, the weed freeing me from inhibitions.
At times I cooks have lost my life like I did with my soul. My addiction for the finer things, turned me into a materialistic narccist.
Burnt so many old potential counterparts, racial profiling becoming a daily part of my life.
And I have been waiting for change.
The kind of change, that can free me from the shackles I had enchained myself to.
I embedded this hatred for anything that can make me prosper. So I've been waiting patiently for that maytr...to help release me from my chains.
