Sniffing Glue
The whole day I run around
My parents had suffered from aids
Died a few years ago
I always sneak through the city
None wants me anymore
In the evening
I don’t care about all the shit
I am sniffing glue
Most people hate kids like me
The city gives a shit
With my friends I search in the garbage
And sell the stuff to buy my glue
Towns in Kenya are full of us
We are survive in the streets of hell
In the garbage of society
We were produced by you
I am sniffing glue!