in my day
we got about
with sticks and pocket knives
turned out

abandoned buildings
breaking things
milk money change
to live like kings

I wonder now
how children stave
to deal without
the be in have

with cotton wool
across the land
who can hear
the trickster's band

Say not that the muslim woman is caged
by the veil that she wore for she is liberated
from the lustful eyes of men which stir
sinful desires in their hearts.

The veil is not an oppression to her
It identifies her as a modest woman of faith
It is her commitment to her religion
which will protect her from hellfire

Scream and shout
Tell me all about
How you hate my face
Why i'm such a disgrace
Pull in a crowd
Mock me all around
Tell me how ugly I am
Nothing but waste
Whisper 'em lullabies
Let them be at rest
Out and down going insane
Lest they forget
My name
Throw 'em stones at me
Let me be hurt
Watch the way I suffer
You be the judge
Tie me in chains of pain
Hot enough to burn my flesh
Ashened black like my heart is

When your heart breaks down
and you're stranded on the road called life
and Lady Luck is nowhere to be found,
get up and continue fighting against strife.
Reboot, restart and repair
as long as you live, the options are there,
why give in to despair
when you can try again?
In time you'll be back
to play the number's game.