Thursday, August 21, 2008, 8/21/2008 11:50:00 PM
Before i realize,it ain't the same
In this real life,what's with this game
Getting started in da womb
Eventually ending up in da tomb
Before hitting the rocky tomb
Learn to crawl,learn to walk
Learn to brawl,learn to talk
Moved 2 light boxes on your steppa life
Attended education when i was five
All i remember was throwing veggies under table
Its like discarding corpses in the soil by an undertaker
The fear of every child is having your mum to be away from you
During your youngest period of education,be it malay or who
Pain to the ears is those who can't take incessant "melody" of lil kids
Its such a tragedy or maybe catastrophe listening to cries like drill bits
Pity to the teachers,speaking like preachers
Teaching lil imps with good education
Itching for beating whenever they fail a dictation
Another step taken on da board,an easy step
There were buses on the map
Instructing to lead us to primary school
Daily routine everyday was to sing the national anthem
Ponder to myself,if there was one that allows us to sing in da sanctum
I don't wish to appear in the morning,coming out in da night,like a phantom
Can't escape the anthem,so tried to sing with my rectum
Never once succeeded,instead it depleted
Whatever happened,it happened
Those years in there got my mind fattened
I love it as i always got people threatened
Time after time,6 years past
Got my ass,outta the class
Moving on with another step to a higher level
Hoping to become someone clever
Years in primary cannot be compared to tears in secondary
Walking back into lanes and avenues of a place called "Memories"
Storing and collecting precious moments behind every galleries.
If i could seize the moment,try to squeeze it and own it
Try to freeze it as i consider these minutes golden
We cant stop time,neither can we buy with dime
Thats when Fear got me filled on my mind
The Fear of losing your friends
The Fear of losing someone*
The Fear of losing your loved ones
Fear that bring tears to ma eyes
Nailed by those Fears
Flailed by those tears
Causing my sights to be blur,not clear
I find troubles in wiping it off
And so i took a cloth,soaked it into the broth
Wiping it off,ouch!
My eye's burnt
Thats when i can't open
After that
i realized
It ain't the same anymore.
D:
