26 marca 2012
a gun by ntswaki mathebula
I dont need a gun
to escape poverty
i dont need to be sucidal
to escape life
i dont need to be a prostitude
to perceive myself personable
I dont need to point fingers
In everything going astray in my life
i dont need to take drugs
to hide from reality
i dont need to be aggresive
to feed my bitterness
I dont need to be ignorant
to spoon feed my worryness
i dont need a mask
to cover my scars
i dont need to compromise myself
to fit in my peers