He was subjected to torts and jugs
and so -called class -based
due to the clothes that he wore
and he was overweight
His parents, when at four,
had over -acted by the fifteen
He had breasts, a rare occurrence
in a man once seen on any
field or court,
didn't participate in any sport
He good grades,
he gone through applying himself
Nicknamed the fat bookworm
for his ability to recall
all that he learned
Inspired by the slackers
who wouldn't amount to anything
Even though envied their clothes,
they had girlfriends
Quiet himself to sleep on flights,
thought he had a disease
He's doctor, praised by drugs
and anti -inflammatory
Felt like a guinea pig,
water retention and mood swings
A year on there's no change,
brings out the worst in him
In class, after a ses sion,
being teased by folks
He cracks a jaw, breaks a nose,
that's enough, it's enough
Left to pay by government
Decided he'd be expelled
A student of distinction
In which his system fell
Off the ferry there's a reduction
In his medication
Also of fers some schools
Which would accommodate him
But the parents of the frogs
wouldn't let things be
Decided on a brand of justice,
a judge and jury
They pursued him
and they planned for an elaborate trap
Off the school they say he's cool
and as they attempt to kidnap
Now they hadn't taken over the CCTV
And at that time walking the street
were two off -duty police
I don't know the finer details
of what happened in court
All I know is five years ago
and they're still not out
He wasn't concerned about this,
he's more concerned about love
Besides that chapter in his life now closed,
left in the park
His fu ture's looking bright
but what I'm talking orange
He's studying, he joins a gym
and transformation begins
He's re warded for his efforts,
he'll be in college
Acquiring the qualifications
that will benefit him
As fat, good way to muscle,
his confidence grows
Even the focus he's stating,
looks good in his clothes
On the weekend, he works,
so turn it to shifts
Steady clothes designed by Boateng,
Hayford and Poolsmith
He's part of a team,
regardless of one of the boys
And the women working with him
see an intelligent man
Ignorance is never far,
raising itself once again
At the club a jealous boy
don't want to make his name
Cause the girl he's with's
not giving him attention
She drops in conversation,
she likes my man
Wants a bottle in hand,
the offer a clenched fist
For the punch that missed,
but the bottle connects
There's blood everywhere,
he passed out, he couldn't breathe
Tried to revive him at home,
but too bright he couldn't be seen