04/10/2018
These four walls - Timothy Kumanga
In this concrete Space,
No opening to see a star in space.
The universe so broad ,
Yet there is no one who wants to hop on board.
My music talking ,
The vocals thought provoking.
The heavens has other things happening,
Even here on the ground , no one notices that " Timothy " is missing .
My heart aching ,
I can't stand this ,my heart aching .
No hope of light beam ,
This really lowers my self- esteem .
Hungry ,thirsty ,I am poor,
From house to house , all shut me out ,there is no open door.
I am promised no fun at a sea shore ,
Perhaps I am meant to be a s*x slave in Singapore.
No talent ,for the good
No one cares about me in my hood.
Like a potato in the process of peel ,
I to am grating the facade layer , for I am becoming real .
Every night , i end up in a fight ,
Against myself ,things are just not right.
I stare into the space ,
The walls laughing back at my broken face.
Love is only a dream that leaves you with nightmares,
The king giving me fiery flares .
The upbeat music starting to soften ,
Is this the end , what then?
The lady on the moon ,
Man on the sun ,
Having a little fun ,
Drop a bomb on life ,just like that BOOM .
The vultures in my room ,
Take me now ,I am your groom,
I may have a lot of crease ,
But I am sure to be a worthy feast.
The shadows in my room ,
Staring at me , calling me rub shoulders with the father of doom,
Nothing left ,
Everyone left ,
Everyone except ,
The four walls .
