These are not words

Just as I see

Just had been in sea

Fast as we pee

Trust less and see

Past scenes I did

The real me I bleed

At least I'm free

Why should I chop any tree

We believe then we see

When you lead to be greedy

I came from penury my friends

Listen when I utter these things petrifying my soul

Wood road get its texture through weather

Schooled boys are not educated they like leather

I am what I choose

I pray only for guidance, though life never wish me to loose