It's not that I'm making excuses For the days that I messed up Not that I want to be cut some slack For the horrible things that I've done
Though I must tell you There's a lot than you know The moments behind the scenes That birthed the themes you see That makes you upset Go wild and make You feel that I don't deserve a thing
The stories behind The mood swings The character flaws And sudden outbursts of anger
It's hard for me to explain But I was behind bars Before I went there. That dark cold floor That locked door
shushes and hushes Of don't tell mummy and Daddy Do you know my cry? Do you know the sentences I had to carry in those, hidden moments
Once sentient Became forever dead Ice cold and broke If placed in a mold He wouldn't fit
Uncle Salisu Aunty Aaliyah Broda Jide Sister Uche
Did I tell you that Monday As I walked down the path to school The cold shivers that ran down my spine It was not in the bush It was not under the dark stairwell
In plane sight All eyes were watching But still nobody could see The hidden moments Where peach became squash
Beaten out of shape Confined to the shades The forever dark places With no aim There was no one to blame Nobody knew so ?