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They being in the studio, cooking some beats
with a rhyme, beautifully crafted lyrics
Just like a poem, with my golden pen, I speak fact
Knowledge to be diluted with discernment  
Discrimination was their best songs
Playing aloud on their minds just like a trumpet
Blurring the vision to deviate from that illusion.


ILLUSION? Yes illusion that's what they call dream
Like I've always said, what you are getting 
Was what you gave, don't get it twisted
Love makes it worthwhile
What one can do very well
Many can do it very better
The sound of a African drum
We dance to, with all sounds very inspiring.

INSPIRING? Yes inspiring, excellently sounding
Sounds of unity, yelling for oneness
Do not let the things that doesn't 
Matter bind you from reaching your ends
Sound it, them stole, gave it em beats
Failing to glorify thy source

SOURCE? Yes thy source, originally birthed 
Idea for creativity and insights
Clear awareness for striving and thriving
Wealth comes to thy worthy, not by wishing


WISHING? Yes wishing for a reality
Beyond your potentials 
You can only get, what you gave
Your craft is your energy
The aura to act

ENERGY? Yes energy to live in abundance
Not just to survive
Survival for mediocre

Mediocre? Only for the sheep
Afraid of; change, growth
Don't wanna leave 
Comfort zone, stagnation 
The destination


Sheep? Only the brave survive!
Always quick to cry, fearful
When attacked
But loyal to the commander
Dies for another man sin
Calls it brotherhood
Crazy things done
By the lazy
Ease
Race

BROTHERHOOD?
Endure yourself
To enjoy
Bragging about Temporary 
Things that does not matter
Fighting demons, unaware
Some becomes the demon itself
Gateways for agendas 
Manipulation, just to own
Control the mind
Without thinking for itself

BRAGGING?
Bragging of myths
What they can do to you
Rather than enlightening
How many lives, more
keep sending
Dense
Be aware

Like my people always says
Nigerians to be precise
Taking pills 
For another man 
Headache
If you don't  work
You won't eat

How many you fit chop??
I love you
Doesn't mean 
I should remain
Stagnant 
Chop life, chop life 
Before life chop you
The song to dance
DANCE! DANCE!! DANCE!!!
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