My Body shall rot in the cell Please don't let mom know that I'm in jail, she'll collapse and freeze. Kindly don't inform my dad I've been arrested, he's got a high blood pressure. Tell them I qualified for the scholarship, inform them i sky wet far far away in the British lands. Tell them they don't need to guarantee my upkeep, the government will. Tell them everything is okay. vickiepage.wordpress.com Inform my girlfriend I'll send a parcel , a parcel full of letters written in red ink, Full of dry tears, over the years I'll maintain the consistency . Tell her i might not be back, let her find a new male friend, who would rather buy her green chunks My body shall rot in the cell.

Tell my village boys I'll bring them litters of Fanta I've already been employed, very far away away from the village market where the bank was robbed Away from the village hurts where the lady was stubbed Away from the village shambas where cassavas were stolen Away from the old maize stores where the farmer was robbed. My body shall rot in the cell.

I remember when mum said, "my son better die poor than stealing to be wealthy" i thought she was old enough. I thought she was crazy, a fool, whatever But my body shall rot in the cell

Dad never lied, for sure he never mistaken. But their son never took keen interest And my body shall rot in the cell

Inform my grumbles buddies to stop their multi bets Inform my peers that the cell has no ventilation Tell them how the floor is dumb and cold, no stolen mattress no comfort.

Tell my village boys that the men in blues aren't friendly, they kick, cane and drug us. They issue their commands with authority from the constitution. I fear my body shall rot in the cel

I wish I could listen to my mom and dad. Now that my death will grant me a chance to visit home. Cause i worry about lifetime prison caged And my body shall rot in the cell

If i had a chance to reform, I'd occasionally visit my church weekly I'd give all my life to the most High Cause i fear my body will rot in the cell. #transformyourlife ©️Vickie My Body shall rot in the cell Please don't let mom know that I'm in jail, she'll collapse and freeze. Kindly don't inform my dad I've been arrested, he's got a high blood pressure. Tell them I qualified for the scholarship, inform them i sky wet far far away in the British lands. Tell them they don't need to guarantee my upkeep, the government will. Tell them everything is okay. vickiepage.wordpress.com Inform my girlfriend I'll send a parcel , a parcel full of letters written in red ink, Full of dry tears, over the years I'll maintain the consistency . Tell her i might not be back, let her find a new male friend, who would rather buy her green chunks My body shall rot in the cell.

Tell my village boys I'll bring them litters of Fanta I've already been employed, very far away away from the village market where the bank was robbed Away from the village hurts where the lady was stubbed Away from the village shambas where cassavas were stolen Away from the old maize stores where the farmer was robbed. My body shall rot in the cell.

I remember when mum said, "my son better die poor than stealing to be wealthy" i thought she was old enough. I thought she was crazy, a fool, whatever But my body shall rot in the cell

Dad never lied, for sure he never mistaken. But their son never took keen interest And my body shall rot in the cell

Inform my grumbles buddies to stop their multi bets Inform my peers that the cell has no ventilation Tell them how the floor is dumb and cold, no stolen mattress no comfort.

Tell my village boys that the men in blues aren't friendly, they kick, cane and drug us. They issue their commands with authority from the constitution. I fear my body shall rot in the cel Now that my death will grant me a chance to visit home If i had a chance to reform, I'd occasionally visit my church weekly I'd give all my life to the most High Cause i fear my body will rot in the cell. #transformyourlife ©️Vickie