WHEN I KNEW NOTHING, I WORKED FOR NOTHING

Under the sun, under the shadow
When you glimpse and never finds
Being blind with eyes on cake
How can I change me, if am a pauper eating dry grass
No pastures and the kids chases rats
Imagine grazing in streets, eating debris
Grateful dancing for loss and you still hit the pins onto my fortune
Loving a foe, blinding a cataracted eyes
As they say I am a stupid bustard
Cry now with extravagancy goat, smear the dung and yell
Release me from prison and teach me not to climb my mother
Life's an onion being a billy Goat, oh life!
I knew the epitome at birth, I buried him at 10

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