My mind folded like the hands of an apostle
Never believed buh always bringing out the best in spirit
My eye sight just a view to what I like
persuasive like a lion never Judah,
A king believed to rule the jungle.

Ative buh yet ablaze Wit the iana
A dale of  tales my imperfections
They wouldn't admit its perfections
Altered to my deeper roots

We're a nation in a Federation that seeks an explaination.
An explaination for this messy altercation.
There is this fuss about colour
In that, we hold enormous grudges.
The colour that covers the land like a bed of flowers

As the hours pass by, we convert the colour into a source of power
Mothers fathers longed for the emancipation of this colour in order to be in the participation of the restoration of the reconciliation to reach the blissful destination

We rush to crush the brush that paints us with the same colour.
Ours is just to wash ans flush the ideology of colour
Hush now my dear! These colours blend now

We are who we are because black and white is just a colour

My heart is sad with pain
I can barely describe I'm sad because of love,
My heart is weak always hoping to gain.
But instead of happiness sadness flood into my blood pressure.
Leaving me in a mess
Heart broken like the first Branch of what am to reap.
Leaving me like the leaves to the trees.
No warning just frees
Me to copy with a lot