I Want to D I E
I don't want to die
So my dirty and lazy mind thinks
Sometimes, it makes me feel weak and I cry..
Not until I was washed and. Cleansed inside.
Why on earth, would I not want to fly
Seeing how beautiful & close, I was to the sky.
Like I was already with a rocket team so high
I see Zukerberg, he's not dead he die
I see Dangote who money pays he's not dead but he die
Oprah Winfrey she's not dead you know she die
I even went to the Ikeja of Lagos
I saw and read about Linda she never knew she was ever going to die,
I see chimamanda she die, not dead
Unlike the youths after my mother's generation, who haven't left their beds
But they've never stop dreaming about of flying like the birds
Meanwhile I Neva stopped praying
Imagine living the life of your dreams
Now I'm asking,
Tel me why I won't like to die
In essence
I want to DELIVER IN EXCELLENCE , while I'm alive
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