B'Ole K'Aja

Let your fists speak more than your mouth seems. B'ólè K'ájà, let us fix. Hey!!! Do not feed the monger with peace Our grudges we will fix in pieces. Àní b'ólè K'ájà...hmm. The next junction shall bear us treat If not this, then one after next, If the next won't fit, this space is enough to mend. Mo ní ko b'ólè K'á... "Gbim! Gbim!!" What shall eyes not see, even stars shine in different lights. "Check, does he breathe" "Shame, his fists betrayed his mouth" "eh, passenger! Passenger!! your bu'stop or niarest hushpitu" Aniiiiii b'ólè kaaaaaaaa...