bottles and glasses

Even when my need is just,

 they still deny me an entrance

Their mind is always busy with evil

They make up their own philosophy to destroy the poor with their lies

My people are too complacent with their situation

I reminisce my days at the house of my merriment

In time of revelry,

I make merry to all them bottles and glasses

I thought I was celebrating

I beat my chest now to escape my spirit of quietness and confidence

I sow my seed in every stream,

  I found on earth

Cry of the big boys in the city, 

every  promise I make to my women I cae to correct

I overheard my self

Find the key and have your entrance

thank you

love