Sequel: Mayegun Wasn'T a Ritualist

AFTER: RASHIDAT AJAKAYE OLAMIDAYO

You're the lion 
You enjoy the chase
We're the game
We own the race
The race in which you enjoy your chase
We dictate the lines and paces 
We're what they say goes around - comes around.


Human life so sheer as an angel when his palms lack sufficient notes
Heart and doings so unique like  a born new life when he was a mate to dust
Until he's sufficient he sees himself a boulder enough to hold the storm
& Forget how he was a kid stone that quiver under large mountains from stampedes


We're the law -
we pick the case of crimes you commit
Not the killings or kidnappings 
The crimes you commit yourself to committing without regards to how other skins are treated
Not with your medicinal wads of notes 
Your toxic spending that sends illness down the spine of those whose sweat you ignored in harsh ages.

Aye Akamara
Now your deeds will be watched in series on life's camera


Human life so sheer as an angel when his palms lack sufficient notes
Heart and doings so unique like  a born new life when he was a mate to dust
Until he's sufficient he sees himself a boulder enough to hold the storm
& Forget how he was a kid stone that quiver under large mountains from stampedes

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