I lose the sense
I miss the sensantion
rath I the only what ma soul own
anger monster feeling
ignite my soul
oooh I pity my narrow heart veins
whenever my un just hour arrive
everything planned over my unsober

mind ....
it dark noon
the western corridors always own.
the beauty and scenery
my ever industrious dad ever
told whenever I land
on western pole
conscious I should be
for westerners humblely live

Europe is sweet
honey to compare
the lavish sight reward
my hungry eyes.
beautiful is dominant they use
oooh it beautiful
oooh the study is beautiful
oooh she beautiful

I pity ma soul
slowly it turn proud
in our black pole
we always have Mistry over
the white pole
the white spend the wealthy hours
touring to museum
listening sweet tune and melodies
the whites spend there gold hours at tarven
the white are always in two
male accompaining female
while in there hot sesions.
if you afford to imagine
you Will for yourself .
in our dark poles
where we black originate
we live with so many Mistry over
white people who live
over white poles
it noon now
it my fourteen day since
I arrive at the golden college
westbusca ....
college wealthy for medics
I chosen the decision to despice
my only lutumbo university
congo
if we afford to name by name..
great Mistry about the college I own
westbusca ... college for multi racial
where colour never rule
where the philosophy is only medics
I love the place
I am not rich for western culture
but few borrowed phrase go
push my days ..
gona reduce my rigor to spoken
thoug most I speak nothing. to compare
I love. the nurses
the blue dresses and shiny classes
covering there flossy look
punish my eyes
I am worried over my soul
I sense the whisky somewhere
to the north corridor of costuba
Town in Brazil
........
tarvern lady
so thirsty I am
I need something to burruw over my stomach
I really need something to quiche my obvious few dollars I own
tavern lady
have this over your inaccessible hears
My dad is wealthy
minister back home
in our wealthy country congo
sport and entertainment
the ministry my lovely Dad in charge
he took me over the continent
just to land for study
and sport and entertainment
benchmarking ...
tinny I look
but that does not describe my
class over upstairs
I never inhirent my Dad bossy look
but that does not mean I am poor
we own the majorly rich docket ministry
in our mother country Zaire..
I can afford to
to order the remaing stock
to be offered for free
to this my docile colliges .
in class they rule everything
they access theatre room
without the desired theatre outfit
for reason known to every one
majorly because they white
they can leave the theatre blade
over dark body
whenever the unexpected call
ring over there phones
I dearly hate the tone they responds to me
whenever I confront them with
urgent duty calls..
tavern lady
I am mearly drunk
the ninth bottle can not weaken
my ever sober mind
I sensire to my own bottles
the last night insought
from .
my bossy head school for surgery and minor faculty
make me shiver
I wonder how can I be a learned fool
us he lamented
ma wonder darrling
I love for whenever I sip
you ...
my scary look turn joyful
you dearly delite the hell
hours I spent with my crocodile
coursemate...
tarven lady
please add more bottles to whoever in quest
I hate the angry look
this poor wealthy mates give me
they forget the rich lies upon
different angles
tarven lady
black never own ribmate
in this lavish city
I own the richest docket
whenever wealthy issues pertain
Don, t forget my dad
is golden minister .....
tarven lady.....
is late I fear the narrow corridor
this city have
my lavish car
next to tavern it rest
ready to ferry the drunken me
home ma sweet home
tavern lady I am not a fool
I managed to ferry away ma own
secretary with me..
hear at white pole
the role change
house girl is her duty
but due to nature descrimination she turn my wife..
do not forget I own ma
beautiful wife hour
at our dark pole
rich own more dozen ladies
all owning similar roles

to make the rich happy
happy in soul and body to..
in my rich black city
tavern lady
rich never chose woman to marry
whenever our to marry arrive
multiple dark shiny curvy learned ladies
contest for us.

Tavern lady it so dark outside
I fear the white city
the common spend their dark hours
here .. they party they dance
they drink ...