The little boy who clean his room

Caution to speak

Where cries share tears behind my back

The character I used to be

I was orphan call pain

Through the depth of my faults

It was like a Plastic Surgery, for my appearance

A medley song by the devil, Just to be an object of hate

 A child pulling time with sin to live a life of pollution

Position to die at the age of 21

How many times would, I escape death to be Prejudice?

To why God didn`t let me die

By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off