Life is like a journey once travelled,
Maybe on a road,
Like this load that i have carried,
With so much ounce of pain,
Like that of "house of payne"

Then,where are we going to?,
Cause am here with my heart too,
And it hurts,
It isn't my side piece,
And i have made peace with that,
As i cook my peas,wearing a chef's hat,
In my hut,
Shit!let me sit.

Is it worth it??
Cause its expensive as woolworths,
So coarse,rough and tough,
Like my maths course,
And sometimes i laugh about it,
As i dream of a course meal,
And a car with a good rim,in a mill as i ream.

It is a bitch,
Ans now let me pitch my story,
In this hollow storey,
In oslo.

When we were young,
It was so full of promises,
In everybody's premises,
With so much innocence,
But now,it makes no sense,
As rent awaits ,offer lent,
And follow cents.

Is it because we were still under our parents wings?,
Like my Hing,
Enjoying the benefits,
As we deem fit,
And now bills,pills add up,
Like never before,
It reckons and beckons.

We must rise up,
Even as we eat our rice,
Cause we only live once,
Like a sperm with a lot of spasm,
As we wait to leave this earth,
Maybe as a heathen.

Rise up💪💪 ....