I'm depressive
To see light
That is meant
To shine after
Our insomniac night
Walking nakedness
On the street of tragic.
What happened to their soul?
In the name of civilization
And name of "I want more strength",
they traded their soul to coffin nail et adherents,
Who gave them the power to acted like a fool,
The strength to turn their heart into animal,
Yes! they were given strength.
But their heads fall
into grave without gray hair,
At 35, they look aged and frail
Like a rotten harvest,
they become modern
Sango Olukoso ayarana,
Who popped smoke and fire into air.
Being the source of their strength,
They are married to them,
And they are their goddess
That accept their thanksgiving
At the first dew of the day.
Their source of inspiration,
inspired 'em to locked their hair
And walk with coffin nail in mouth,
Crazy wears and on they go.
Feeling high and powerful.
When they are high and strong,
They become fearless like jungle king,
Only burial mat makes them bow like
a drown vulture.
Let me take you to Columbia,
They recorded high number of drug addicts
Which turn their country to pyramid of drugs,
Yes! the importance has been buried in earth's belly.
The earth counts eighty-five million drug addict,
Don't be one or you walk cloth-less.
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