Vaccum. Not even a court room.\r
Just me in a small room,\r
that has become a tomb.\r
\r
Converted. Disadvantaged,\r
Nothing granted. Will they\r
ever get my message\r
And how soon will I\r
have to think when\r
allowed to\r
Lonely in this commune,\r
Given away, Giving them\r
names. I hope you were\r
with me.\r
The world is far too\r
busy now.\r
The nation has\r
forgotten me.\r
\r
Several times severed\r
lines with means.\r
Patience with Hypocracy.\r
Only misery.\r
Severed ties, several\r
lies over me.\r
Right over me,\r
right over me\r
\r
Justice is but a promise\r
from the dishonest. Where\r
do I stand in all this\r
So long they have chosen\r
even my opinion, while\r
I remain forgotten\r
Im evading the main\r
thing. Frozen but ageing,\r
while Im left debating.\r
Whether or not Im\r
worth a lot. To waste\r
away. To have another\r
say now.\r
The nation has\r
forgotten me.\r
Dem forget about me.\r
\r
Several times severed\r
lines with means.\r
Patience with Hypocracy.\r
Only misery.\r
Severed ties, several\r
lies over me.\r
Right over me,\r
right over me\r
\r
But wait, wait na mah.\r
I ever show you de scene\r
when babylon came\r
approach me\r
Man, ha long story dat\r
yu know.\r
You see when dem wha\r
come fight yo down fi\r
di wrong ting\r
And nah protect\r
dem end\r
A sign of struggle you\r
know, a sign of struggle\r
hol on.\r
\r
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