AYÉ ÒFEGÈ

In a globe full of bogus I stood out all alone When my blood is boiling My head is spinning I stood out to ask a question that; Where are the people Who treat you right The ones who explain good about you No matter the probe This generation is ruined By the gluttons and the bogus They said they hate drama Yet you met them acting Aye ofege I call to raise some voice Not the voice of the ofeges But voice of the good eggs Stuck in between the bad eggs They are all a fake friend A fake friend like a toxic drain Who only knows how to take They call you their world But later turn around and Treat you like a grain of sand Aye ofege