It's Tradition
Dancing round the fire
Our women's breast popping out
We appease the gods with our blood
Sacrificing human as offering
Hunters worshiping ogun
Priest adoring the ifa
Farmers sowing to the Harvest God
Thd community exalt Olodumare
We live to love it
We love to accept it
Feitiish it may be
Yet it's tradition
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