lonely I stay
what a lonely days
I even feel like sleeping on hay
while I sit on clay
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Why do you have to break my heart
is it that you don't want me anymore
it is better to tell me
rather than you ignore me
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My heart is full of anger
although in Malawi there is no hunger
but i seek revenge in my heart
wherever, whenever i sat
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I walk in no man's land
dust and smoke is now the new settlers
i ask my self why this happened
a bullet's shell rolled in regret
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she is the gifted woman
as she doesnt behave like a policeman
even though she goes through problems
she overcomes without sweat
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When ever you look at me
you feel like am too talkative
while its the way i am
i learn things through talking
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Me now travol trom home
To town me find a lot of pipo running away
Me don know wat has happened
Me suddenly find da police van pull up
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Mothers day
is not like valentine day
where you care for your mother like money
since in 2012 it was on monday
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She is short
in other words she is hot
when she carries an african pot
my body loses salt
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My imagination
as it causes my survation
but it doesnt help me me in multiplication
not even a single job application
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