Lifestyle (II)

How dare you question how I live,

When your assistance was invented to deceive?

You feed your greed

By the breakthroughs I achieve.

I let pain explain

The degree of hate I experienced on this tragic plane,

Cause the dogs are not to blame

For the name of the game.

Yet, the thugs must be crazy.

They call us lazy

Cause we provoke their hypocrisies

And expose them shady.

I do what I gatto do-

What needs to be done to get thro.

There’s hell to pay if I wait on you.

And hell’s really child’s play

When you analyze this tragedy I face.

It’s hand to mouth

And it’s world war IV to zip your snout

While starvation stabs at my throat.

It’s either hustle or I turn ghost.

In this life, you never get what you truly deserve

So I endure a fragile reserve-

A youth with one purpose for a future:

To outlive the laws of nature.

Indeed, you call me criminal

Cause I chose to be a unique individual.

You made a ritual

Of hunting me down

And succeeded in making a little fortune out

Of it while you raped my town

Naked. Truth’s abbreviated

For the prosperity of the party’s hidden manifestos,

All these god wannabe psychos

Refraining pathetic allegrettos.

We are champions of the struggle,

We were here before you,

And after your game fizzles like dew,

We’ll still be here as blinding proof . . .

Marked for death,

It’s very hard not to be afraid.         

You can’t predict what’s next

Damn, all your wit’s engaged.

I’m enslaved

By your freedom

Cause your variety of emancipation

Was designed to incarcerate us.

I invented a personal opus

Within: I’ll bear my cross.

If ever my path hits a deadlock . . .

I’ll brush it off and I’ll walk on.

So don’t question me

If you won’t place your faith in me.

I perceive it’s my destiny

To fashion a lifestyle out of my misery.

You can’t alter my prophecy!

Akpan

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