At da brick of his growth, he only hears breaking of walls
Breaking of glasses behind closed doors
Breaking of heart sooner became his evident life!
The delusional quest of his parental peace had soon fizzled
Like the hazy fog in the winter it gradually disappears to a thinner drizzle
A thin membrane of hope now allows da clarity of the night
To his parents multiple fights

A child in a shelter with open rafters
A child with the warmth of pure coals
The gifts of venoms and confort of the rafia
A child with lost soul turning to a mafia
A lad broken hearted.

He dint have the chance to choose his family,
But who had?
He choose his destiny still the same
He choose the ends of his chaotic beginning
And with the struck of a cutlass on another human sealed his fate...