They tell you they don’t have any shilling,
you don’t understand so you develop hard feelings,
what they put on the table is what they got searching here and there,
you don’t understand so you demand chips and a pear,
he walks miles just to see everybody in the family smile,
cause you don’t understand you compare your life with theirs,
at night it’s usually dim lights,an old lantern,
next compound is usually bright lights,an entrance with a huge fountain,
you want to be like them,money wrapped with rubberbands,
they sing it anywhere even in live music bands,
but you cant’t sing your song,
because you think it’s harmful to people’s ears,
they are parents so they understand,
but you fail to look beyond what they usually do,
a parent’s sacrifice is always hidden,
they walk through thorns and hills,
even in forests with animals that kill,
you don’t understand,you rather take your life with a pill.
Dark hands 