Locked

By Christokin Christopherson

19 going through hell
Suffering like the school bell
Sometimes I prefer being a toy Annabelle
My life has always been with complications
I study the Bible day and night without meditation
Growing up I was stuck in the trenches
Lost in the shackles
And I was so depressed,I forgot God



Can someone unlock this lock
I want the shackles off my feet
Time is going, I don't want to look at the ticking clock
I need a key to unlock this beef I'm cornered in
I feel tired and weary
And my life, so scary
No friends attached
A company of friends where I will feel good
And nobody can tight us like the sardine
I always experience what I would rather avoid



Troubles keep calling
And like Lucifer I keep falling
Life to me is like a basket of water
Or a pistol without a mortariWill this be over
Despite I am Kwame I've never known Peace
When will this be over
Who will unlock my door
I'm tired of the wickedness that abhors 

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