Minding my clothes.
I had a life of misery
Once suffering was my story
Why couldn’t I end with that call?
Singing in subtitle riddle
Soul belongs to another time
My hurdle matters not.
I questioned my ability
As I saw my generation with pen
While my hand holds a stick beating the boss’s pants.
Whether I’m treated like a dog or a slave
God is still watching for me
I have to mind my clothes
Patiently waiting for the next move.