The Boy by The Phatman Lyrics

He perspires
His very existence is a struggle
Was a blessing at birth, now a curse
Death took his parents,
‘’Bye bye’’ they said, ‘’we’ll be back tomorrow’’
Seemingly the tomorrow has still not come
Seventeen years since he heard those words
All alone, the sky happens to be his roof
His inheritance? He knows naught of
Things he was supposed to start as an adult,
He rather quit them as a child
The lifting of loads, ripped the abdominal walls
The boy knows there are betters days ahead
So, patiently he cries to heaven