Worng Trust

One wrong trust With dagger, my heart got thrust I died not, but got lost Become a living ghost Lost in trust Enemy playing friend Banana cloth tossed on my destiny Wanting my demotion to trend Infected me with a flue Then rifled me to the blue Birded away with no clue With nothing than the left shoe Took refuge at the mountains Mountains with healing fountains Rinsed me to rebirth Applied my mechanism with gracious grease Came to mind a song by KSA " Appreciation modúpé Oníbú ore, bàbá gb'opé mi"