Circumcised from birth envisage I'm bless, 
Cursed to die so deep I can`t rely 
But plan my life safe.
Never see day light again, 
Not go back, my odd sin I can`t stop, 
I had time choked to death, words remorse 
In my eyes I can`t utter, it's too late, 
I break my day, my life fades, 
Body chilled to death, being a kob lope
Travel across, it means one lad
Fresh to life with no kid, no fun, sad
And close to die was first Fii, 
Joe, Ashongman cries, tears I see, 
How he died, how Fii 
Died is strange, the first day, 
I made it a dream to me is hell`s day, 
Close the gate, it's not my fate, 
I want to change, have to change for good 
Side of it, plan my life analyse fool's 
Side of it, so see fantasies not real 
Otherwise, I turn the sand glass to time, 
Change around time, 
Bring back, Joe, Fii, 
Joe, Fii to light.                
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