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Intro:
April 2013
Verse 1:
Enter bus make we go period of JAMB
Me nor dey shake cas na my third
E be like chance to take blast
No be mouth guy man dey jack
When dem boys dey flex Christmas
Momsi go cook, clean and wash
Make Pikin get extra time
Scatter past questions sote the pages tear
Teacher throw question for class, my hand already in the air
No man be dondi (at all)
Cas if you persevere (persevere)
You go be guru
My guy, you no need voodoo I swear
I stuck to my timetable
Cover the whole syllables
On Facebook, BB and 2go
Me dey unavailable
Three Months before the JAMB
I been dey jack Post-UME self
To secure admission that year like say I be iron shelf
As Baba God pilot am
The awaited day land
I pieces the exam
Without bullet for my hand
Na make my sleepless night for pay
Sure say Baba God know my pain
A week later the result date
My Jamb Score na 168
Damn
Hook:
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Verse 2:
No be hin leave make Jacob job Esau?
Na hin create Amalekites dem, con tell Saul 'kill dem all'?
Even small small pikin dem wey nor know wetin dey sup?
Bros J vex use he hand scatter money for black market joint
E be like God be badt guy
When he put that tree for eden
Cas if apple nor dey
Mama Cain for nor disobey
Moses my guy too try
Come make mistake fall hand
Hin knack am pass Yemi Alade
E nor come go promise land
E resemble the same issue we dey face for 9ja
Igbos dey vex for government, on top country matter
The Government dey corrupt
Some people no see food to chop
Even for Malay where I dey
Racism be like groundnut
Mehn the good die young and wicked people dey flex
Bros Jeremiah been vex
Baba, if you dey watch like film
Sure say you go hala 'nawa'
Plus man fit loose guard hin faith
Make I hear from you 'how far'
(Bros J how far naw)
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Hook:
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy?
______
\ /
my thoughts
have reached
your heart, li-
ke a solo star
that's wishe-
d on for mira-
cles. I pray y-
our well my lo-
ve, yet guarded wit-
hin my mind, my soul is
close. Like a star that gleam
in a flash we share the same
desires, though miles apart, so
now our bliss souls rest oceans away, our
fine love still shinning-----When my message
finds you at the shore line, I pr- ay you
read it in time, I admire you an- d adorn
you with my joyful tears. The da- y nice
to us, possibly this note will find you
walking bare feet along the shor - eline sand
a wine bottle among your feet un- expected
your soul will find me-----through light
years. I pray you place your love inside this
blissful star, return to the water,
and I will hope one day soon,
i get to hold you near~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my soul ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my gracious love~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
one day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame
As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call
The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls
“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
“Your horse is now waiting, your shield fixed with bone
“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home
“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo ravaged, starvation cries loud
“Your eyes to look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud
“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must call for your horse to come out of the lake
“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake
“Your spirit must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent flaps, all future in blight
“The hawk comes to guide you, as you pass through the darkness,
the drums of your fathers beat into the night
“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, where the demon still hides
“Where it lives, you must kill it, for this time and always,
before it steals our last dream, keeping spirits alive
“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot
“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not
“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your journey awaits, past-futures on hold
“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: February, 2011)
From My Novel: “Searching For Crazy Horse”
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drumbeat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame
As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call
The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls
“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
your horse is now waiting, your shield fixed with bone
“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home
“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo ravaged, starvation cries loud
“Your eyes to look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud
“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must call for your horse to come out of the lake
“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake
“Your spirit must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent flaps, all future in blight
“The hawk comes to guide you, as you pass through the darkness,
the drums of your fathers beat into the night
“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, where the demon still hides
“Where it lives, you must kill it, for this time and always,
before it steals our last dream, keeping spirits alive
“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot
“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not
“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your journey awaits, past-futures on hold
“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: February, 2011)
From My Novel: “Searching For Crazy Horse”
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame
As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call
The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls
“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
“your horse is now ready, your shield fixed with bone
“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home
“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo are all captive, starvation allowed
“Your eyes look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud
“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must wait for your horse to come out of the lake
“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake
“Your vision must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent flaps, all future in blight
“You must leave us now, but leave us in darkness,
for when you return, a new vision will burn bright
“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, if the demon still preys
“If it does, you must kill it, for this time and always,
it has hovered above us keeping spirits away
“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot
“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not
“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your vision awaits, past-futures on hold
“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
(From 'Searching For Crazy Hose' Published in 2011)
Crazy Horse's final words to me as our search ended....
“My son, you can search,
but without your vision it’s hopeless
Its message I saw before you
so very long ago
You have now searched the heights
and the depths of its border
Finally living inside it,
separate no longer from yourself
You were called by the wind
to climb and go higher
Your soul casting no shadow,
nothing blocked from your sight
That which keeps you from seeing
is no longer inside you
What stays with you now lives
beyond a thousand goodbyes
Your name has been added,
and your place is now vacant
The pipe sits ready in council
for when your time will come
With one foot in this land,
you step beyond with the other
And in my Father’s lodge, all speak
your new name
. . . . ‘Wana Hin Gle’
(He Who Happens Now)
This name that I give you will
protect and sustain you
Guarding you, and you alone,
from the lack of yourself
Others may hate,
and may even hunt you
Killing only what they fear,
while making you strong
Rest easy, my son, for you’ve
seen them in passing
Their blind spot in eternity
not worthy of your eye
You no longer need the West
or my words to console you
The substance of your vision
is now released and set free”
Somewhere in the his ory of all
stories which enterta ns. There is
a story _any have th ories on, leav ng
us to find the que tionable.
Within the confor ities m steriously
not everyone could read
so they left many questions unan wered.
In all the paragraphs of sentences con inuing
to slowly tell the story th s letter was
given and sealed on her wedding day
which in the days we would call as old
was perfectly logi al.
The equ tion of the book was for
us to tell the story about the book
whose secrets
eventually got sealed
up by one of those letters. They say
thought mis eads some time but all
thoughts lead to _uriosities per aps.
H untingly. I go over the memories,
The ones I've been collecti g Since I was
_enuine, five or six. Craving more answ rs
than necissary of who to look toward.
Searching for the obvious Princess to
finish the rest of the story.
the missing letters spell words
and the words the(y) are found missing in are a sentence
to finish both sentences
re uilds p zzle wi hin intert ined lay rs.
Intelli ence curs d wi hin
_lessings y t overes imatingly underes imated
b cause powe ful
dre ms revisi
H story withou_
co ardly w ckedness s rengthening c ange
Lord you are mighty loving and have a masterful plan.
As a sinner and a carnal man, I hurt for humanity, I truly understand.
When I let the devil control my inner thoughts,
I remember Jesus, the Holy Spirit tells me His death hasn't gone for naught.
Problems have entered my mind Jesus is powerful and without Him guiding me, I can't win.
So I pray Lord that you'll aid me if it's your will and not let this carnal sin in.
Your statutes your commandments I will follow till I die.
Alone without you aiding me I will truly fail, and my soul will wail and cry.
Asking in faith guide me to where you want me to be.
I'm asking for help please help me spiritually.
The worlds evil master has recently tempted my faith.
I alone know that with you, if you will, will guide my writtings and make you great.
I fear that you have deserted me as a carnal man and I'm loosing my path.
The fear of loosing my faith will incur your wrath.
God you are my rock with you I cannot fail.
So asking in prayer if it is your will, we together will prevail.
God the father has blessed this nation called America.
Has America stopped to bless you? exalting your power?
What belongs to the devil let hin be cast to the eternal fire.
Make your people want your everlasting love, this is what I desire.
Why set in gloom wild April now
Art thou not herald to the spring
And does that grave and low’ring brow
Beseem the sorts this hour should bring
Go; to the ocean of the past
With haste pursue thy dreary way
That cloudy face, that frosty blast
Might chill the opening blooms of May
Well may I wear a cloudy face
Well might I drop a parting tear
For though I opt the vernal race
I also close a fleeting year
Long wilt thou here in joy behold
The Christian sire amid blessings move
With mortal flame of earthly mould
But heart and spirit from above
Oft will thou hear the orphan sigh
A prayer for him who taught him prayer
Oft view the widow’s tearful eye
In rapture own his saving care
Mine is the dread and endless chill
The path but once by ages trod
Whilst blest and blessing he shall still
Perform to man the work of God
Another day, and I have been
Unlike thee, never more to be
For all I loved, and all I’ve seen
Shall rise again, but not for me
Another day for him shall weave
A wreath of many happy year
From hin to part well I may grieve
Well thou rejoice to keep him hear
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, born at the close,
defeat your only destiny.
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain, sometimes the strong
are chosen to fight the hopeless wars.
You began to lose before you rose;
they who called you Joseph
sought the land which held your father's body,
but you would not sell the bones of your father and mother.
Chief Joseph, they followed you a thousand miles.
You left your home,
but they would not let you go.
You fought with the frantic fury of the bush fire.
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain, they caught you
but forty miles from your goal.
Your people broken, slaughtered, scattered.
Count the children, O Chief Joseph.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, they would not kill you.
The heart beats, the spirit dead.
The strong man born to bitter end.
"From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever."