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Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…
Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised
Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…
As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.
Don’t tell me we are leaders of tomorrow Whereas we have been compelled to burrow And wallow in the deep of our shameful sorrow I…
There is a place somewhere I rather be Not in the paradise of destructive bees Nor amongst lost souls wiggling in thrills Until my dust…
Now little Hazel don’t you cry Dad’s gonna be there all the time He is your baby sitter, take high five… Guffawing and chuckling, mess…
While the monkey works vigorously Baboons are eating voraciously, There is a growing tribulation, And a misconception in my generation… Ever since Karma kicked the…
