Growing through
The pain in silence
Fighting post traumatic stress
In darkness
Smoking on a low low just to feel the highness
Praying to God on a daily
Just to feel his presence
Nobody care
Nobody send you
If na People dem go
Put you for suspense
Dem go nearly stab you
Nothing wey you wan do
If you run aswear dem go find you
People are wicked
Eniyan daju
But they don't really know you
Am not here for the story
But I think I told you
