AMOK.

When my mum kicked me out of the house,
I used to eat in dumpsters,
Living inside box made shelters.

I used to run from dogs,
Sometimes beaten with logs.
This made me seek refuge in tunnels on the sides of roads.

I began salvaging metals and plastics from Mitaro.
And sold them to some guy who petted a sparrow.
He then showed me how to burrow.

He gave me a lead to a garbage collectors,
Who hired me for eight hours five dollars,
And a free night sleep on the garbage truck.

Today I drive the truck,
Making more cash and landing more luck,
And even though I miss my Mama, I can’t forget I was the Amok.

And even though I’d want to see her again,
It wouldn’t be to shower her with gains,
But to remind her that my pain wasn’t a complete chain.