You're no longer an infant,
now you need no one for you to be vigilant.
Look, you've gone bearded,
but you stare at waists , beaded .
For a dunghill wrapped in flesh, you care,
and a room of farts and fats you fear.

When you all the day, work out in the rain
your necks gon' swindled like the cranes,
yet you spend on things that is vain
you sow and plant , then boom!!!, No gain.....
your heart has been fastened to her buttocks by her chain.
the priest who...