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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