In the womb mother's diet of everything,

Food, gods, manners, music;

Infancy they spoon feed everything,

Even your sleep is decided for you,

As hairs grow on your chin,

School, church and society teach you to live,

Study cause you have to pass,

Pray cause the Bible tells you to,

Touch the old man's feet cause it's done,

A fine day you settle down with a woman,

A woman they found fit for you,

Or one that society would approve of;

And then you jump in with your bit,

But as your offspring rebels against you,

They begin to run your life;

They decide where you should live,

And even where and how you would die.

When would you begin to live your life?

How long live a slave to end one?

How do you live lowly for an uncertain future?