Was passing by
What life has taught me
It a long story let me see
What did grandma told us
That we respect them always
What did my parents say
Go out to school away
What about the teacher
Listen to your preacher
When i went out of them
I found out things not the same
For no respect today
Hardness comes from monday
My friend is the enemy
And they talks of blasphemy
Im called by my own names
When need comes
Poverty is away from me afterwards
People i trust are facing forwards
But i give no word to them anyway
They gave a blow to me on my way
I see nothing because im poor
When it rains im on the floor
I got no one like those old people
Now expensive is my oppo
Shy away your friends
They wanna kill you to the ends
I don't know the aim of my piece
Its priceless and in a piece
Written by dafina catens😢
Author sid
31-Dec-2021 11:51 PM
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Ekansha👑🖤
31-Dec-2021 08:35 PM
Good
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