The Lord's Day : In Pursuit of Happiness
They study me like the news
They out there counting my views
Only when I'm getting numbers
They want to ride in my cruz
But to myself I stay true
I'm never afraid to lose
I am under no record label
Man I do what I choose
Life is a questionnaire
Every mistake that I made
Really makes me learn
Really draws me near
Closer to my success
While I'm running my race
In Pursuit of Happiness
And I will smith
Even though the silver is rusted
I tried to go for gold
But the satan got me busted
But earth is temporary
So I verge in fidelity
For God and Divinity
May my life be fulfilling
And a good life
Abundance, Goodness and Mercies
A table you prepare
In the presence of enemies
Father grant us success
And grant us your prosperity
This is a day he made
So rejoice and be glad in it
Copyright © Pro Obi Chidubem | Year Posted 2024
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