First verse

Im like anini in niniveh sent by God

Instead of restoring the hopes of the masses i grab

These plastics strike these match sticks upon these gastric

Juices im spitin- chopstix tongue twisting

Go past a girl with quadruplets on the side walk she is just sixteen

Sitting above the gutter, potters throw out waste clay

She makes pay from shea-butter paste laid out with a cutter made

Outa fibre glass, jute bags, rusted metal strips

The father to her babies, a vagabond with a metal spit

That night when they murdered funsho williams

Thats the same house the same night he spilled his seed n got her pregnant

Ecstasy in terror mixed feeling- oxymorons

She was on duty -helpless househelp when the assassins came on call

Poor girl she doesnt even know whom their father is

-or is she suppose to evn know who the father is??

A A twist to the story said she had it with the deceased

Answers to the grave- to me she says

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2nd verse (slim)

) they make you feel like they don't care about your business

So you try to stay focused tryna find your purpose

But they hope that you don't make it

Even those you trust and your girl you find out that she don't love you very much

N now you tryna get her love back nigga she don't give a shit

She probably on the next guy fuck that nigga on space stick

Like that nigga gat two dicks

We going round the circles and all these wave motion can make a nigga sea sick-

Shit-every demon wants a pound of flesh, so I'm standing next to God-

Hoping that he saves me from the devil cos he wants to break me with the ladies and the fancy things evrything is gat price- jeesie simps

But i'll never stop dreaming looking up to God to give my life meaning

Cos people say they love you when they don't understand what love means

But i 'unt care mehn i gat mad dreams

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(third verse)

Scratching ma dreadlocks as i write this piece

Bursting pus from ma pimples hoping you'll see this

The crumpled paper i write on gat stains of faeces

This is a thesis of a graduate from a normal to abnormal state

Sorry case of a son with no certificate

The ink i write with is bad blood from old injuries

The voice i speak with is croaked from blowing into this-

Sticks of firewood, i wish a fire would start

Kerosine i shoulda used i was famished n so i drank

- slept rich , woke up a pauper, with a broken saucer u offer me a token thanks sir

With a broken smile i squeeze the polymer between ma palm

Those days i normally cross the road when beggars were approaching

But now even cockroaches hide in a hole when i approach them

Disgusted faces, palms over nostrils when i walk by

Running from nothing just gazing the world from the mad man's eye

If this becomes of me would u speed past me in your car?

We belong in the same family for heaven's sake ur blood brother