Almost every night, we remember the cross through the moon.
But so as not to run at loss, we forget he's coming soon.
But so as not to run at loss, we forget he's coming soon.
You travel from Lagos to Jos, just to make your business boom.
You wanna please your boss, but you forget that danger looms.
You wanna please your boss, but you forget that danger looms.
You wanna get 'A's in the course, cos you don't want insultive cartoons.
You say she's under a curse, cos she's got on her arm, a tattoo.
You say she's under a curse, cos she's got on her arm, a tattoo.
You make alot of choas, just because of what, to you, accrues.
You count it all badluck, when in your neglected home, arises issues.
You count it all badluck, when in your neglected home, arises issues.
You now treat your kids as ducks, whereas, you weren't there, when they needed your tissues.
Now that your life is corked, you loose interest in the bundles...
Run back to the cross.
You have been swindled,
And your spiritual life dwindled.
You have been swindled,
And your spiritual life dwindled.
HE IS WAITING!
That the beutibeau thing he's always waiting but how many know, nice poem by the way.
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