knee on my neck,
handcuff on my hand,
so what shall I do when their is no stand?.
please... I can't breathe!
My neck is getting hurts,
everything is going hurts.

The consciousness I've lost,
The pride I've lost,
A Sharp burden I've got,
My life is now Short, to extend of which it may get too-worst.
Then' what again shall I do to get the slouch out of my regional atlas?.

Hots air rushed through my nose,
bleedings and tears blended to fall my eyes,
Yesterday what I ignore was advice.
A bundle of tears become a bundle of sorrow,
A bundle of sorrow become a bundle of woe.,
No help,
No advice and no mercy,
but what I've planned for my family's was plenty.

still lynching...