I am from a place where teenage pregnancy is a competition
Where school dropouts are a vision
I’m from a place where matriculants scorn the sun.

I’m from a place where bad influence is so high.
A place where it’s hard for someone to say, Hi!

I’m from a place where shacks are everyone’s dreams.
I’m from a place where everyone complains about having bad dreams.

I’m from a place where crime is the only way to succeed.
A place where people predict your future

I’m from a place where the friends of today are tomorrow’s enemies.
A place where they shed blood of the innocents.

I’m from a place called Cross Roads