Skinny
Skinny
I know I am not perfect,
and that's what they believe
i don't need anyone to save me,
and make my plea.
because this is a true world
where your freedom caged behind the bars
where they inject you with sentiment
which shows you as a victim and others as god...
mafia roaming freely,
with guns and expensive cars.
showing they rule the world.
we just moan
and accept to be a slave,
instead of looking brave.
that's why say I am not perfect,
and that's what they believe
Copyright © Yona Sira | Year Posted 2022
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