Charles-Henri Oyima

Isolation

by Charles-Henri Oyima

I’ve been stuck same circle routine
Fuck it man, i feel like im a fiend
I can’t go days without it tell myself well it ain’t lean
But once upon a time i could live life if i was clean
This pain this hatred
Its plain im tainted
This plane can’t make it
This pain can’t take it
I wish that i could fake it
But than again I’m lying to myself I’m never naked
I mean never fully my clothes are on my armor painted

Oh my god oh my lord what a strife
I don’t know what to do in this life
Oh my god oh my lord what a life
But i know what to do with this knife

Oh my god oh my lord what a strife
I don’t know what to do in this life
Oh my god oh my lord what a life
My brother died It’s still in me like a knife

One day I’ll hop up in a booth like
What’s up What’s up
How could anyone not fuck with me
When i die i ain’t going too far
Look for me in the moon and the stars

Said imma hop up in the booth like
What’s up What’s up
How could anyone not fuck with me
When i die i ain’t going really far
You can find me in the moon and the stars

Nobody wants to do it now
But we all aiming for the billies now
That’s what sucess is to the kiddies now
Either that or you just posting with your titties out (ouhh)

12 yrs old still wore hand me downs too
Now i see kids walking like they 22 
And i ask myself really how
You expect them to live happy or past 20 now (ouuh)

I see some notes online about the suicidal intention
Yeah i been dabbling so should sign the petition
Cause nowadays with struggling it’s all a competition
Really we asking for help or just compensation
Everybody lost somebody though
So its all about who really lost the most
It’s all about who really seeing ghosts
I kid you not I’m really seeing those

Oh my god oh my lord what a strife
I don’t know what to do in this life
Oh my god oh my lord what a life
But i know what to do with this knife

Oh my god oh my lord what a strife
I don’t know what to do in this life
Oh my god oh my lord what a life
My brother died It’s still in me like a knife

It’s all about the ones seeing the ones they lost at night
It’s all about the ones that lost a piece and can’t fit right
It’s all about the ones that fell too deep and can’t see light
Right

Born in Gabon, Ottawa-based poet and rap-artist, Charles-Henri Ndakissa Oyima holds a degree in business administration. Here is how he defines himself: I am a student who’s lived in Canada for over 11 years now. As well as being a student, I lived for a long period of my life as my younger sister’s guardian, so from a young age I had to learn and take the responsibilities of a father and as a young black man suffering with PTSD, severe depression and anxiety, fighting everyday is how I had to survive.