I was born
In a tree of animosity
few years later
documents signed
parted go the two worlds
what a false matrimony

with dad I stay
as mom gone astray
In the world she stays
she fades away

our life goes on
beer,my dad's best guy
from dawn to twilight
then poverty knocks
in a baffle I am
oh poverty, who are you?
you posses a bitter strip
I suffer because of you

in streets I stay
befriended the thugs
like rat to cat
my friends far gone
I lie behind bars
yawning million times
becoming thinner
with darkened tomorrow
never to hope for.