I wanted to be humble but fumbled by grumbling, hope not to crumble as I found myself in a bubble.
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Life no easy, na true
E be like beans
You gat get patience wella
For you need comot the stone and shaft wey dey inside
Den take cool temper cook am.
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Sey we dey write no mean say we right.
Na just our mind we dey express
E fit dey right or wrong
But I no sey you go get something inside
Just carry sieve, sieve am
Troway de shaft, digest the beta part.-
We are about to journey
But the journey don start already
Like am or not, na true
The preamble to the journey too key
Na there all the signs dey show
Na car wey get required fuel dey reach destination
Na engine wey dem service well no dey knock for road
For people wey ignore, na for road dem end.-
Leave me for my lane
Abeg no touch my mane
Make I no break your pane
Me I no be Jane
Wey you just bane
It's time, you will wane
Chaos don show Mr. Vane
Na so you carry am for head like fane
It's clear you're not sane.-
I am pressed, yes I am
So I omit the prefix
To avoid being stigmatized
I am in love with hope
But she kept me waiting
How long can I cope
I fell for faith
She left me to fate
What to say
So many we are
Our face so bright
But our heart so heavy
Hope and faith
Now cope and fate
Yet we move-
To no one, he belong
To everyone, he stan
Pulled from all sides
Pieces of him litters the place
Heart of his, a pincushion
A solace to all
A hell for him.
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We gathered by the coast
Flirting with the deeps
Try to stay aloof
Don't dive deep in
I was told
I defied
Am flooded with sensations
In a quagmire I created
Can you give me a hand
I implored
Reaching out her hands
Tried to get hold of it but won't
I don't want to draw her in my mess
But we all need someone
A helping hand
Take it when it's offered
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I picked up a line
Not that it was the perfect one
But it's the one I yearn for
I could have chosen another
Just that is the only one I want
I asked the phrase
Si El Mundo Se Acaba
The words am yet to answer
And those one's that took
Me time to say to you
If everything is irrelevant
Will I be too
The sense is that
Will I still make sense.
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