That’s how I grew up, Emely.
Those days garden filled with love and veggies,
I got friends to move through edges
Of life, I always read the Bible,
My grandmother told me
I would be a pastor when it’s said I mumble.
Community was filled with friends niggling glue,
Never trust me, I was there too.
Desire of acceptance was killing me too,
I broke my home rules,
Poverty struck through my home,
Embarrassment was running through street,
These dudes play me fool, I was game.
They earn praise by strife with four,
I was one: no tour.
We got to matric,
For none ladies see me ugly,
But I was slowly, to speak.
Can call by loud speaker