Hard-work's great,
Can be a dangerous bait,
But balance is the trick,
Otherwise the fall can be quick,
I am what society's made me,
Both parents worked long hours,
Left me starved of much needed love,
Starved and left with no other choice,
In order to give my cries for love voice,
I tried to fill that gap without,
In a life of wine and crime,
On the streets of mile 4 Nkwen,
Because there somebody spent some time with me,
And loved me in the gangs of that street,
With a love better than I ever knew at home,
I tried to find love in the laps of another,
Sought to fill the gap with smoke clouds of ganja,
Drugs of many different names,
Pumped into my veins and arteries,
Drowned in every conceivable alcoholic spirit,
Experimenting to find which drowned sorrow the most,
High like a kite,
I tried to soar like one,
Tried to mask the sour taste of life,
Flirted with the idea that all will be solved in a wife,
But I am only weakly human,
My wings only in the figment of my imagination,
And before the reality of my winglessness dawned on me,
I was behind bars,
Straight from alcoholic bars,
For crimes I have no recollection committing,
They said I threatened a cop's life and resisted arrest,
Dad and mom worked so hard,
And fed my delinquent lifestyle with their excesses and their lack,
Excess cash and lack of true loving care,
Love never present,
Never shown, never expressed,
Material things poorly substitute,
I am what society's made me,
Delinquent child,
Classical product of delinquent societies,
Until I decided to take control of my life,
Set on a mission to teach the world,
That the answer's not in the jail cells,
The answer's a reformation of households,
A reformation of society,
A radical reformation of the world.
Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary
