Me man wake up from road
Man; stepped, spitted by thousands
Flew sweat in misery
Me, man like maize burn on fire
Living collecting fateful dreams
Me, man laughed in small hope
Laughing alone, weeping alone
Me, man knelt down with shame infront of lips
Don't know died or alive in this world
Man staying alive accepting damning by god
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