An earthworm with stings
Devil's accomplice
Soul and spirit filled with greed
Your heart is where injustice breathes
Your skin bleeds filth and gilth
Your mouth breeds lies and deciet

And yet, you walk around as if you're the best of men
You rich men pet!
Your justice flows where luxuries glow
In term of unfairness; you're the GOAT
If not for the guns and puns you control; I'd take you for a joke

You ought to protect...
but brutality is what you project
curating mess... here and there

Bribery is what you transgress
Corruption is the only friend you caress
Your law only works on those with less

You claim to be the masses' friends...
But Nay! that depends
If you ain't got those fatty cheques
Your evidence is inevident

Don't you have a clue....
that your family is ashamed of you
petty thieves are only afraid of you...
because of the tools you use
Bandits think they're better than you
Kidnappers claim you're their closest dude

Hunm; mother earth sigh for you
Even the sky cry for you..
The devil even bleeds for you
And humanity grief for you..

Sitting lonesomely by my window side...... reminiscing my past
Watching cluelessly how many days have passed...... since I felt alive

Oh, these woes I can't outgrow, how can I grow
Lost in my soul's black hole; I can't find home
I've been forever tadpole; I cannot toad

Minds troubling
The thoughts are popping in
Pestering me
The voices creeping in; telling me... pick your pen
You've been silent for long; ... be a man

You're a master of your arts
Let go of the stuffs in your heart
Script out your woes in rhymes

But hey; what should I write about
Is it how I'm bough; with stuffs that I avowed
Or times that I'd bowed to a sect that let me down

Should I write about my misery
The mystery that I've been living-in
Family feuds, trauma and horrifying history
Wounds of the past, I wouldn't try reliving it.

Should I write about my downs and downs
My wrongs that's wronged or downs that's downed
The hurts that's tucked; or the ones cried out

Hunm; thoughts are plenty; but my pens arent penning
Fams and folks; I don't have any

My words are fluffed; but I keep on pencilling it
Too many errors; so I keep on stencilling.

The lines aren't lining; I'm lost in the verse
It's like the earth 'd outline me and shipped me to Mars
****, the weather is harsh
Would I even survive

I feel.... sea-bounded
At this point, the map seems boundless
The compass spinning pointless;  the anchor creaking mindless
Road endless; they can't even found us

But what could I do; all I feel is defeat
Floating apsidal; now that I'm drown in this bridle joint
If only I could; Rewrite this gumming script
Maybe it wouldn't be titled... the saddle point

People need people
People meet people
Then people support people
And people love people.

Then suddenly, people meet new people
and forgot the old people
**** on old people
Called them old people
Paint them rogue people.

People praise people
Then next, they malign  people
Yes, they hate people.....
they have designed sequel

Lord I came to thee.... weak
Tired and sick.
Lord I'm down on my knee..
My palms stretched wide... praying for your bliss.

I've sail through the turbulent sea
in search of treasures buried down deep
Trekk the earth from peak to abyss
Yet my trials never seems to have yield.

I've drank from the elixir of sinful pleasure.
and stole from the box of forbidden treasure.
Yet the things I seek, never seek me.

Can't even fathom the places that I've been
Life seems lifeless; can't comprehend my being
Eyes swollen from the troubles I've seen

Responsibilities bough me to the knee.
Friends getting tired of me.
Family laughs at my irresponsibility.
A joke of a being; that's who I be
Or maybe that's who... they dim me fit

Lord, I pray
Cos only you can stop this rain.
Create me anew and make me whole again
Take away this pain and fill me with hope.
Pave me way and lead me through the road
In your Name again, I pray...
Aameen.

Save me from myself
Save me, I need some help
Save me from my soul
Lord, my heart is filled with holes

Save me from my feelings...
Lord save me, I need some healing.
Staring at ceiling
as the thoughts starts to creep-in

My heart trembles in pain.
mind struggles for sane.
My spirit.... tears my souls apart.
as I tried to find some meanings to my life.

Quiet and less-brutal... I fight this battles.
I feel frightened when my mind gets idle
And anxiety almost settles in
as I tried to conquer... the demons within

Brain in fatal contraption
Heavy and sleek like an improper fraction.
Friends gone, loved ones forlorn
Thinking how, when, where do I get it wrong

Freedom is the most overrated wants of life.
People crave freedom more than 3² meal.
They would do everything to taste that freedom sweet

Yea, they want to be free.
They want to do that, they want to this
They want to have fun, go places they'd never been.

They want to be free... from pain and agony
Free from stress..... making real their fantasy
They want to laugh and hence fill their cheek...
with rays of smile brighter than halogens

They want to talk, they want to see.
They want to breathe without oxygen
They want to chop life and do crazy things
They want the freedom to live eternity

Freedom yes, that's all you need...
Freedom to rule; freedom to be king
To run the street before the lights turns green

Freedom to loot, freedom to steal
Freedom to **** without questioning

Freedom they say, is the peak of everything,
Well, so they think
But what if I tell you bro
Freedom as it is, is slavery pro
Slave to the gold, slave to the doe....
Slave to a life thats not your own

Freedom is the reason 2pac was shot.
Freedom is the reason humans life gets short
Freedom is the reason why after 63 years of independecy
My people will **** for a chance to flee abroad.

Freedom is bad, yea, freedom is crap.
We all slaving to life's goodytrash.
So, I guess you can choose that freedom instead
Cos' to be real..... freedom is bitter sweet.

But afterwards, what do you get... you find yourself swinging in the pendulum of slavery to -slavery fro.
A pendulum that swings you to that 6feet hole.

People say....
This and that without thinking straight.
People chase....
effortfully till they meet dismay

People crave
For more than need-to-be-take
Then people play
and pray.....
for fun-filled days... and creamy cakes

People late....
Always wanna be on time; please don't keep em wait
People wake.
Quit dreaming great while still awake

People stake
Their heart for miragelike castle in Spain
And next, people create.... this messy space....
For their desire to proliferate
Without realising they're turning snake

People behave
irrationally farther from being sane
Shamelessly... you know.... "without feeling shame"

People change
One minute they're here, the next, they're on another space
People stray
Entangled by their emotions in disarray

People lie... and stylishly  deviate
Oh, I meant to say "sway"....
away from righteous way

People hey
Life ain't got "Yes" or "Nay", the answer's "May"
So, people Yay
Keep straying though one day you may find the way