WOE-RIOR WARRIOR

WOE-RIOR WARRIOR       By Nelson Kilonzo
Woes is all I got,
Like when in a torn coat
Shivering in that cold
Your raws to turn into gold.

My body going numb,
Mentally dumb.
In the scorching sun I bake
For your son to cake.
In Lexus you ride
On legs Us ride,
In the suites you bell
While soot we inhale
Stinking money you sale
Sinking, the many who sail
Room service V.I.P
Doom service we R.I.P
Wajivunia kuua Mkenya
Najivunia kuwa Mkenya.
Kenya is my pride,
But to you I’m just a ride
Bridging you far and wide
Cause’ my back you ride
Alone you cannot stand
But a lone I can stand
In my woes you flee
In my toes you flea.
But the defeat I deem
For your dream I dim
And your reign I tuck
And push you to the dark,
For the light I have seen;
How to pay for your sin
So get ready worrier
For I am a WARRIOR.