I could remember i've spent my time playing with marbles and throwing rocks.
Sun down, sun up, no changes in my life seem to arise.
Living in poverty humbles you to unimaginable extremities.
Head underwater but mother says we are not allow to drink it
because the Gods have contaminated it.
Are we not worthy of the simple necessities of life?
Beside not being able to quench my thirst, a devastating hunger lingers.
I am unable to feed my soul.
My people are dying,
we are victims headed to the morgue...
...but no morgues here, we are simply thrown into deeper slums.
"WELCOME TO REALITY" echoes an aching call.