The way some mates
Most times use their brain
Helps to ease my pain
Whenever I feel deranged

Their poetical way
Could be describe as sane

People like B_ViRGE
Who keeps me inspired
Every time I feel mentally tired

Or great minds like Muhsin
And the quote-master HMC
And my StreetPoetry cliques
Who doesn't seem
To need a war machine
To rescue or ****

No protective barbed-wire
Or an heavy gunfire
To fight an empire

Cos' their style of war;
Is lyrically pure
Their battling style;
Is well designed;
In poetic lines

Their artistic rhyme;
Could help invert;
The hate-filled mind;
To the rightful path;
Of love and light

And touch the lives
Of those whose life
Are filled with strife

To help ordain
The lost and strayed;
To find their way;
To the rightful place;
they're destined to reign

Their thoughts are gold
The type not-sold

Their words could bring joy
And sometimes a sword
To conquer war
Or break the jaw
Of those whose talk
Are filled with bluff

They're masters of words
Whose art will ever soar
Till forever exhaust

In time of despair
She's always there

When loneliness gives no tales to tell
When hope seems to disappear
And not a single soul is left
To keep you dear

When those you call your friend
Don't want you near
Coz you're a stigma to them

When surviving feels like hell
And you almost succumb to fear
That everyone leave you to despair

When your heart swing back and forth
And you never knew the joy of love
You try to keep up, but nah! you fell
****! you're hurt beyond repair

That's when she appear
With an handkerchief held
to her right hand and then
A spear to her left
One to wipe your tears
And the other to protect

She's not so perfect, yea
But despite the less she gets,
she's willing to share
Her life, her heart and soul
Her whole to give you hope

She's a flawless dear to me
A worthy human being
A guardian angel..... Yes!
With her; I'd be forever bless

She's the angel you'd fight the devil for
And I am the hatred you'd give up love for

She is the heaven you'll go through hell for
I'm malignantly toxic; you can't help, but ask more

She's the light you'd go through darkness for
And I am the earthquake preceded by cloudburst

She is the sunshine after a thunderous downpour
Well, I am a terror; no height I wont bring you down from

How do they know
That you’re not real
When all they see
Is a low-level thee

And how will they know
That you’re a master of the ink and
You’re a great thinker
Who doesn’t get sink by
They eye of those I call blinkers

And how do they know
When they only see a side of you
When they don’t believe you could
When they even reject you
Your hard work bloom

And how do they think they knew
How to make you feel blue
Is it by the criticizes they do
Oops; that doesn’t seem to move
Do they think they’ve broken you
I really don't know
Can someone give me a clue

And how do they (ladies) know
When a man got the cash
I guess they're sniffer dogs
In a field full of hash

And why don't they (ladies) know
When a man is a dog
Can't they tell by his breath
When they're having a snog

And why don’t they (ladies) know
That men who could give everything he gets
To get their dress flinged at the leg of the bed
Only wants to ***
Then, the next is
Go to hell’ *****

And why don't we (guys) know
Which woman to love
Because some of them uhn;
Don't fit like a glove

And why don't we (guys) know
When a woman looks great
It's highly unlikely that
She wants a soulmate

And why don't we (guys) know
That a woman who shows
Too much of her body
Is simply a ‘**’e

And why don't they know
That years down the line
Most men want a woman
Whose body's still fine

And how do they know
When you're looking at them
It's them that you're after
Not one of their friends

And what makes them think
That when you've had a drink
It's okay for them
To tease you with a wink  
And what makes them feel
If their man's not obsessive
The love he proclaims
Just cannot be real

And why can't they see
That their love for money
Will never allow their soul to be free

And why do they try
To always imply
That relationships fail because of the guy

And who is the fool
That said it was cool
To trust everything you’re taught in your school
Or those counselling messages shared in them WhatsApp groups
Or quotes wrote by that psychological dudes
Or some videos you came across on YouTube

And why is it
That after things go wrong in a relationship
That’s when she suddenly develops hips like a ship
Uhn, I got that drip
Thumbs up! b*tch
But not everyone could get ****
By your seductive tricks

And what's with these kids
Who games like PS3
Or some kind of YouTube skit
Is more real
To them than reality is

And why do I feel
Like these questions I’m asking
Can't possibly stop
Young people from blasting gun
Or sniffing puff
And those hacking-thugs
From throwing cyber punch
To innocent head; home and abroad
And them all-night mistress
Whose goods for business
Is kept under their less-rag dress
And them young hood girls
From walking the street with naked ***
Or hanging out with top-labelled dawgs

So what's in a lie
Why not tell the truth
Why do people cry
Why do people do
Things that makes me feel confuse
Why do people die
And when all's said and done
What's up with my mind
Why do I consistently ask why
And oh!
What's with this prose
Called what do we know

Oh; how the mighty had fallen
Once a lion; now barely crawling
A land where rivers of wealth once flowed
Now cracked with hunger; dreams corrode

They sold our gold for a bowl of dust
Fed us lies and broke our trust
Once the Giant; tall and proud
Now we kneel; heads bowed

The king feasts while beggars wail
The throne is built on chains and nails
They buy mansions across the sea
While we drown in poverty

They raise the tax; inflate the price
Turn our sweat to sacrifice
A day's wage won’t buy a meal
While leaders fatten on the steal

Who bewitched the land of kings...
Where echoes fade and freedom sings
Our fathers fought with blood and bone...
Yet here we stand; stripped to stone.

Europe’s chains still bind our hands...
Yet they call it trade; they call it plans.
We lost our crown; they stole our voice...
Now we whisper with no choice.

A child is born; a future grim
No light of hope; just shadows dim
The rich drink wine; the poor drink tears
The cycle turns for countless years

But the fire smolders; embers bright
A storm is brewing in the night
For even trees that bend and break
Will rise again make no mistake

So tell the lords upon their seats
The ground will quake beneath their feet
A nation starved but not yet dead
Will one day rise and break this thread

Oh; how the mighty had fallen
But even ruins heed their calling
A time will come; the script will turn
And justice rise from what we burn

One unruly truth about this life we tread
Where whispers gather when backs are turned instead
is that.. people, family, friends; a familiar tide
Ganging up behind; where shadows hide

They spew their tales; this and that they claim
Calling you reckless; tarnishing your name
Your flaws they tally; your worth they erase
Blind to the battles you silently face

They know not the weight your shoulders have borne
The nights you’ve weathered; weary and worn
Through storms unyielding; you’ve held your own
A fortress of will; though often alone

Seven-tenths of your life; you've poured in the figh
To carve your essence; to chase your light
Yet the world ignores the strength you’ve shown
Focusing only on seeds you’ve not sown.

But let them speak; for their words can't redefine
The man you've built; with courage as sign
Through trials unspoken; your heart has grown
A testament etched in struggles you've known

So walk unshaken; let them chatter away
Their judgments fade; but your truth will stay
For the worth of a man isn't found in their view
It's in the resilience of building you

These days I guess I don't deserve to live
I felt disheartening
Hard to live; happily
Hurt and pain is all I could feel
Work ain't going fine
Life?; "not treating right"

Everyone telling me how bad I be
Trashing me
Battering
When parent blasphemy
Like I don't deserve to be
In this fa-mily
Friends don't wanna hang with me
On their Nike clique
Coz my dressing style is seeing
As lowlify thing
Girlfriend telling me
What a non-caring freak I be
For I'm just heartlessly being
Like a robot machine
People stare from afar
Trow me words of slap
Call me this and that
Coz of my fairy glare
Am I scaring them
With my hairy head
Eh! most of the thing they said
Doesn't ring a bell
In my nonemotional head

Maybe they're too blind to see
Maybe truly, I don't deserve to live
Where other people be
It's hard to love
When everybody talk
That I'm not worthy of
Love 'nd joy
Hatred piling up
Why am I been judged
For things I know nothing of
Why can't they just let me walk
Through this disheartening world

An earthworm with stings
Devil's accomplice
Soul and spirit filled with greed
Your heart is where injustice breathes
Your skin bleeds filth and gilth
Your mouth breeds lies and deciet

And yet, you walk around as if you're the best of men
You rich men pet!
Your justice flows where luxuries glow
In term of unfairness; you're the GOAT
If not for the guns and puns you control; I'd take you for a joke

You ought to protect...
but brutality is what you project
curating mess... here and there

Bribery is what you transgress
Corruption is the only friend you caress
Your law only works on those with less

You claim to be the masses' friends...
But Nay! that depends
If you ain't got those fatty cheques
Your evidence is inevident

Don't you have a clue....
that your family is ashamed of you
petty thieves are only afraid of you...
because of the tools you use
Bandits think they're better than you
Kidnappers claim you're their closest dude

Hunm; mother earth sigh for you
Even the sky cry for you..
The devil even bleeds for you
And humanity grief for you..

Twice the peace; twice the grace...    Sound mind; steady pace
All the heights; I’m meant to chase... Man; I deserve it all.

Fewer foes; sharpest plans...  Golden stocks and bigger brands
Built it up with my own hands...  Yea; I deserve it all.

Shining stones; my wrist aglow...  Seats reclined; the engines roar
Waves that kiss my private shore...  I deserve it all.

Respect my name; let praises ring... Islands where the palm trees swing
Every blessing wealth can bring... I deserve it all.

For the my sister who left too soon... Gone before she met her bloom
Every loss; I turn to fuel... yea, I deserve it all.

World leaders speak my name with pride... Crowds that echo far and wide
More than riches; soul untied... I deserve it all.

More power; more freedom... Every ounce of what I’m dreaming
Every door that fate has opened; man; I deserve it all.

Pure in heart when doubt was strong... Held my ground when nights were long
Tempted; yet I stayed headstrong... So, I deserve it all.

6 AM; I’m up to run; Train my lungs... embrace the sun
Outwork fate ‘til battles won... See, I deserve it all.

See people first as flesh and soul... despite the words the world has sold
Still; I gave them love untold... So; I deserve it all.

Silent moves; I mind my lane... Penning poetry; shaping change
Guiding youth through trials and pain... yea, I deserve it all.

For the prayers made in spite... For ancestors who gave their might
For my bloodline shining bright; Aye; I deserve it all.

For my mother’s gentle heart... She deserves a brand-new start
Karma’s touch; no bitter scars... oh, she deserves it all.

For my brother’s boundless dreams... For my cousin to reign supreme
Taking steps beyond my reach...  Cos' They deserve it all.

God who whispers when I kneel... Tells me what is truly real
Speaks in echoes; I can feel;  Lord, "You deserve it all."

Keep the fakes far out my space... Keep my blessings in their place
Keep my essence laced with grace... I deserve it all.

If they hate; let them speak... Truth withstands the foul critique
Legends last beyond the weak... I deserve it all.

Burn it down or build it high... Test my faith; I still won’t die
I’m the greatest; don’t ask why.... Cos I deserve it more.

I’m afraid of been ignored
I’m afraid of been judged
I’m afraid of the tongue
Of the people of this world

I’m afraid of falling down
And never getting back up again
I’m afraid of waiting around
Hoping for better days

I’m afraid of awful greetings
Afraid of public speaking
Afraid of getting beaten
By the words of hateful critique

I’m afraid of dying alone
And I’m afraid of true love
I’m afraid of staying at home
And hanging out at street club

I’m afraid of been harass
I’m afraid of been bossed
I’m afraid of been rough-
handled by hood thugs

Lord I came to thee.... weak
Tired and sick.
Lord I'm down on my knee..
My palms stretched wide... praying for your bliss.

I've sail through the turbulent sea
in search of treasures buried down deep
Trekk the earth from peak to abyss
Yet my trials never seems to have yield.

I've drank from the elixir of sinful pleasure.
and stole from the box of forbidden treasure.
Yet the things I seek, never seek me.

Can't even fathom the places that I've been
Life seems lifeless; can't comprehend my being
Eyes swollen from the troubles I've seen

Responsibilities bough me to the knee.
Friends getting tired of me.
Family laughs at my irresponsibility.
A joke of a being; that's who I be
Or maybe that's who... they dim me fit

Lord, I pray
Cos only you can stop this rain.
Create me anew and make me whole again
Take away this pain and fill me with hope.
Pave me way and lead me through the road
In your Name again, I pray...
Aameen.

Is it wrong
To run...
Toes off the floor
When your heel’s burning up from the weight you wore?

Is it weak
To weep...
When the silence screams more
Than the chaos you’ve begged your soul to ignore?

Is it fair
To care...
When no one sees you
But they drink from your light till there's none left to view?

Is it sane
To strain...
When you're stuck in the loop
Of giving your all to a world that just hoops?

Is it dumb
To numb...
To fake every laugh...
When your chest splits in two and you just want to crash?

Is it right
To fight...
With no one in sight...
Just your thoughts with knives under midnight light?

Is it love
To stay...
When your heart’s in decay...
And they left but still haunt you in every way?

Is it strength
To bend...
Without ever a mend...
Still smiling while knowing you’ve reached your end?

Is it cruel
To feel...
And still be unheard...
Like you’re screaming in ink but they ghost every word?

Is it peace
To sleep...
Or just a disguise...
When you’d rather not wake than relive your goodbyes?

Is it pride
To hide...
All the pain you confide...
Behind "I’m fine" while you're breaking inside?

Is it just
To trust...
When betrayal’s a trend...
And the people you loved pushed you out in the end?

Is it sin
To grin...
When your world caves in...
Just to keep up the face while you’re drowning within?

Is it strange
To change...
When the past feels cursed...
And you’d rather be numb than to feel what hurts?

Is it brave
To cave...
To not be okay...
To admit that the strong don’t always want to stay?

Is it life
To survive...
Yet feel so dead...
A shell in the crowd with a war in your head?

My heart is pierced by cupid
An angelic maid of Rome
There ain't nothing that can console me
But my jolly sailor boat

Alone in my room
Staring up on the roof
There came this gem of sailors
Who interrupted my moody mood

We set out on a sail
To the Atlantis depth unknown
Praying we live to tell the tale
Of our trip to yo-**-**

Heave **, all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Now we dive; far from land
Where we never shall die.

We dive through the storm
In cold and thunderous rain
There ain't nothing that make we stop
Even though we may never return again

We hoist the colours high
Not for some useless glittering gold
We're pirates of higher rank
We only dine for yo-**-**

Freedom is yo-**-** to me
I'm ah slave to land no more
It isn't gold that call me to the sea
But the freedom to do what I love

From the sea of thousands ghommids
To the ocean of ice and cold
We roam, high and low
Hoping we'll soon get to dine at home.

We danced on the deck
While the music is playing
and the breeze has the helm
Of the fine lady swaying

We dreamed of been kissed
By the beautiful maid of calipso
We had nightmares of abandon-ship
Crushed by the horn of Davy-Jones

If this ship has to sink
I'll be there to watch it crash in slow motion
I'll hold the anchor at the hip
As I get drowned beneath the ocean

So forget not how we rise
to the tide of sea and river
We are the Atlantic knight
For we are not a sinner

A lame boy; they say I be
Low-pitched guy?; yee' that's me
been a lame boy since I was three
Dull and placid; unsatisfactory

been a quiet boy; since I was born
Psychopathic; and somewhat tough
Sail your ship up-north; I go offshore
A prodigal son;...
left by his mum; at the age of four

Sometime I'm cool; sometimes I'm warm
Father wasn't sure; if I was sane or not
Thought my abnormalities; equals 'dull
So he left Up-North where he'd be bother-not

Father's gone; mum's living rough
Doing enough stuff to rid the boy off.....
the black hole living in the boy's thought
Cos' everyone gets lost; crossing the boy's port

Afterward; I was left in this dungeon
Life raised me to this lame strong boy
A lame boy; raised by rain of dirt
All he's ever taste was the opposite of joy

This lame boy will soon find joy
I'm lame for sure; but my feet are strong
My mind find words when my hands are bored
My heart finds love when my head's at fault

When you bring me stress; I'm turning blind
Cos' this lame boy seems to find
Peace in the loneliness of his mind
Seeing the path ahead and behind

This lame boy is ****** enshrined
Prodigal and divine; a boy you can't confine
Cos' money or ******* doesn't define
his mentality and the way he grind

I'm that lame boy; that you hiss and judge
For my writability and use of words
While you nuisance spew sh*t and sort
I do my lame stuff; Yea; I sit and jot...
And then I pour.....; my state of mind; in a distinctive thought

Well; I'm a lame boy; I only look upfront
I don't care if my root; is clean or not
Don't mind if my boot is filled with mud
Only focus on my dreams and things I sought

I'm a lame boy; I've seen the sea and shore
Crawled this earth from south to North
Been in this world before 94
Before Abacha ruin the course; of this Nation more

Lame boy this; lame boy that
'Lame boy 's ****'; 'lame boy 's bad'
"He's lame and dull; he can't attack"
"too rough and poor; he's not my type"
Well; this lame boy doesn't care 'bout
Words from your lilly-filthy mouth
Cos' this lame boy is now an OG; yes!
An Original Gent; who is God-blessed

Let me be your everything when everything is nothing
If you leave me alone my brain will grow faulty
Open your heart, let me replace your ventricles
So our feelings will be mutual & our love will be identical
Let me be the handkerchief that wipes away your tears
Let me be the guts that chase away your fear
I'll always be there when no one else's fair
And I will cleanse your heart from troubles if you'd allow me to get in there
Let me fill the hollow in your heart, so tomorrow there'll be no sorrow
Let me be the shield that protects your heart from arrow
I'll be your armour when the whole world is against you
Let-me in your world and I'll always make your sky blue
Promise to be my Juliet and I'll always be your jude
I'll be your guardian; maam you don't need bulletproof
Every time I look into the stars; your eye is all I see
My nerves are paralyse, only your touch is what they feel
Your love has no limit; it's wide and infinite
I can't describe how wide it is; it's like ocean atlantis
Baby I swear that I'll be your umbrella
I'll be your hit sweater; in rain or harsh weather
Your home is in my heart; make me your house shelter
Stay with till the end; when there's less or more cheddah
Look through your inner eye; you'll see that I love thee
You'd reason I'm alive; if you logout of my life then you'll see that I would not breath
Let me be your Adam; promise to be my Eve (the best bone from my rib)
If you let me in your hear; and I'll never leave

Friends wants me to be a sailor
But I don't wanna go beyond the shore
They cut me off

Father wants me to be a doctor
But I'd faint at the sight of blood
He left me to rot

Mother wants me to be an engineer
****! I don't wanna be such
"She says; You're too weak my son"

My brother wants me to be a soldier
Nah! I just wanna be raw
"Okay; but don't end up joining thugs"

Girlfriend want me to be a pilot
But height scare me too much

Everybody wants me to be something
But I want to be none

Neighbours want me to be a professor
But I careth not

They labelled me as "Not-serious"
They called me names
"Boy without dream"
"Living without aim"
"He's content with living in ****"
"He never want to improve"
"Don't you have something to prove"
"Ohw; seems he has nothing to lose"
"He wants to survive only"
"He's used to been lonely"

****
I'm tired of been judge

See
There they sit
With their pen and ink
Painting me weak
And they thought me mean
Gossiping
But I just wanna be me
I just want to live
And leave peacefully
Without a heck of unlikely dreams
That's my philosophy
And if it doesn't go well with thee
Call me what you see
Words you speak
Don't move me a inch
I'll forever be who I want to be

Life is a camp you can’t forever live
So spent wisely the time you’re give
Don’t live lavish; be less
Abstain from evil you son of Eve
Lay a legacy before you leave
Or you’ll be the residue after the sieve
Abstain from gossip; let go of beef
Life is lifeless; don’t be deceived
From womb to grave the light is brief
And our days are tagged with pain and grief
Cry today so as to laugh tomorrow
Work and pray; n negative your sorrow
Sometime life is a hall for a true believer
Don’t let the turmoil of life mislead ya
Judge yourself where will your potion be
When you die and your heart is returned
Or tell me will your soul be burned

Wake up; it's a sleepless night darling
Wake up; feel the darkness hardening
Lone boy; put your boot on; and stop snoring
Cos no aid is even coming from the sky

Lone boy; seems no one cares about thee
Lone boy; they're blind to what you'd be
No, no, they don't wanna hear that story
Stand up, no one will tell you sorry

Wake up; it's 6am in the morning
Stand up, sey you hear that tummy yearning.
Wake up; No help is really coming
Just words, hypocrisy and fake promise...

Lone boy; everybody's just watching
No love; they 'ont even ask why
They don't see... that your path is dark and thorny
It's Lone world; so they're quick to judge and pry

Oh love; you still care about these people
Those ones that left you stranded and tied
Broke ya and left you standing on the steeple
Wake up; from their mountains of lies

Lone boy; it's been a rough road from the kickoff
No love; it's all pain and strife
Lone boy; see they'd never understand you
So hold on to your ugly-dear life

Lone boy; everybody's just evil
No one; will wipe those tears from your eyes
Oh boy; you think they love you from the prequel
No love; you've been a pawn from the start

Wake up; call your father, call you mama
Wake up; this might be your last try
Call your friends; call your sisters and ya brother
And brace yourself to bid them bye-bye

Witty writers with wishy-washy writes
Rhyming everything that comes to em mind
With every beat that cross em heart
Uncertainty and confusion though surround his live
Struggling to revive his injured vibe  
Like autunm tree; they think he died  
Poor and ugly; they paint him black  
Couldn't find love, no, he couldn't thrive  
Beauty shred but he still survive  
They even named him "the brokest ***** alive"  
 
But see, words has always been his spine  
His greatest ally when troubles arise
When the moon, the sun and the earth collide  
And the sky is tiled with a scary clime  
Clouding his heart, eclipsing his mind  
poem brought smile with its lines as guide  
So if not for rhyme, depressions could've ruin his life  
Writing to him is what oxygen is to the heart

I write because I can't
be alive without my rhyme
My mind are so sporadic; I act like I'm ah psychic
My spirit's so Islamic; but I rhyme like I'm fanatic

I love like I'm ah nerd
And I was treated like crap
My thought got too dynamic; so I script like I'm an addict
Till my world got tore apart

Oh; how long it’s been
Since I wore a grin
Should I let love begin
No; maybe it’s sin
Or love isn’t for me

Oh; I can’t believe...
how heart deceive
With words it weaves..
yet love won’t cleave
Guess that love for real.... ain't meant for me

Oh; how dreams delay
A hope in grey... that fades halfway
I kneel and pray
But love won’t look my way

Oh; how pain persists
A fleeting kiss... that slits the wrists
Each joy resists
Because love won’t come to me

Oh; how time’s a thief
It steals relief... and leaves only grief
A brittle leaf...
that bleeds and bleeds.... and yet won’t let me be

Oh; how scars can sing
Of bitter springs.... and broken things
The joy they bring,...
Proves love’s my enemy

Oh; how truth reveals
The masked appeals... the hollow deals
My fate it seals...
For love’s not meant for me

Oh; how hearts can break
A tender ache... that feels like fake
It’s all a stake
But love won’t set me free

Oh; how I hope one day
These shadows will fade away...
As light breaks through the gray
And love will find way to stay

I traced the lines of us on my skin
Each curve; each edge; where we begin
A path we carved; through joy and strife
A map of you; a map of life

You were my compass; my north; my guide
The star I followed; the tide I’d ride
But somewhere along; the course grew strange
Your heart withdrew; the map began to change

Through deserts of doubt; through rivers of pain
I searched for the way; to find us again
Each turn a memory; each mile a scar
I chased your shadow; but you’d gone too far

The mountains we climbed; the valleys we crossed
Now feel like a dream; in a world I’ve lost
Your voice was the landmark; your touch the sign
But you left me adrift; no longer aligned

Still I kept searching; though the ink had blurred
The promises faded; the paths deterred
For even if lost; I clung to the trail
Hoping my faith in the map wouldn’t fail

But maps can deceive; and hearts can betray
Love’s navigation; can lead one astray
I gave you my all; my treasures; my seas
But you let me wander; left me on my knees

Now here I stand; no map in my hand
Learning to walk; to understand
Some paths are lessons; some trails unwind
And the map I need; is the one I design

For love isn’t found in the stars above
Or in the terrain; of a deceitful love
The compass I seek; isn’t tethered to you
It points to myself; to a life that’s true

So I’ll draw new lines; let the old ones fade
Chart a course; from the mess we made
And though you’re a chapter in my cartography
The rest of my story would be written by me

I am not that big muscle guy
I am just who I am
No six-pack but 'm stronger in the heart
Handsome inside
Dynamic in the mind
Best of my kind
Always being logistic
Positive vibe makes me optimistic

Amazing men
Ever-blazing men
They go through dens
To meet those ends

Yes, I tread with classic men
Men who defend... those with less
Not them... who lay in bed
Till the clock struck ten

No, not every men
Just friendly men
Cos' men with messy heads......
I don't trend with them

I'm talking non-breaking men
Not lazyish men
Men whose hench....
's to fend off fiendish fiend

My developments of course
have come
From a lot of stuff
From the family feud
To them hustling hood
+ been lonely too
And the number two
Has been some dude
Who doesn't run from truth
And number three
Has being all the things I've seen
From being a teen
With Basketballing dream
And being in teams
Seen on TV screens
And number four
Is all those dawgs
Who still show me love
Even knowing I'm not enough
I had many dreams
That doesn't make the scene
But such dreams went
As I became a gent
Who find solace in writing poems

My fatherland
"I am blessed"; says our fatherland
"I am the giant of Africa"; remarks our fatherland
“We will curb every corrupt personnel”; lied our corrupt leaders
"No place like home"; opines our elders
"Great people, great nation"; merits our media stations
"Blessed with natural resources"; proclaims our teachers
"All is well"; prophesizes our men of God
"Invest home"; idea our business men
"It will be better"; endures our youth
"I will bring change"; promises our snail-like president
“Next level”; campaign our level-0 party
"Vote for me"; begs our politicians.
“We are your friends”; lied the policemen
“We will find you”; exclaim EFCC
“We will put things in order”; pledged our disorganized representatives
“We will pass positive bills”; fakes our kungfu-senate
“To serve our fatherland”; recites our selfish civil-servant
“We will fight for our rights”; yearn our revolution group
“We can’t accept this”; brags our powerless youth
“We are the leaders of tomorrow”; sings our generation
“I’m tired of this country”; cries our fed-up graduate
“Remember the child of who you are” warns our parents
“Promoting the rule of law” proclaim our lawyers
Yet! The **** ****, the dog bark,
The cat meow, the snake hiss,
The sun shine, the water flow,
Everything being equal.
My father's land changes not!
I cry for our generation,
I weep for what to come,
I pray we wake up from our slumbers.

My wife
She pushed me to the wall
Where I slipped and fall
She is building a career for herself
While crushing me to hell
And tearing me down
One after one
She has become the husband and I am the wife
She is now the detriment of my life
This is not how it should be
This is not how I was I'm programmed to live
My birth was ordained
My future was foreseen
Before I was born
I was destined to be a god
My path was bright
Like stars of halogen
And my focus was sharp
More sanctifying than Halloween
But here I be
At the devil's inn
About to sacrifice my integrity
At the feet of an usher from hell
For a piece of
She took away my goal
And replace it with a goal of her own
Now I am the subject of her dream
The shadow of her being
Bounded by her spell
Now where?.....
Should I go from here
There's nowhere left
Than this inn of hell
And if this is how things end
Wish me well

NO (1)
I am a warrior
My art is superior
I fight with words
My pen hurts than sword

I bask in the light
I chose only the path that’s right
God almighty is my guide
He remote-control my path

I am bolder
Even than the soldier
I say No to terrorism
Cybercrime and cultism

To evil-doers and corrupt government
Mismanagement of civil property
I say No to pop/rap art
Whose rhymes corrupt young mind

I can be the moon, sun and stars
I can paint your sky blue, black and white
Then the planets will be dully aligned
with your name written in the stars

I can be your armour; I can be your guard
I can be a god; so I'll give your life
Then I'd make you an angel; so you'll be immortalised
I can reset the rhythm to your weary heart
I can be the consolation to your teary eyes

I can be your heaven; I can be your earth
I can be this; I can be that
But nothing seems enough
To affirm my love

So now, I retire
Coz I'm tired
I'm getting loose
I've got nothing else to proof

In the depths of despair, I bled for the masses
A martyr's cry, echoing through the passages
I gave and gave, until my veins ran dry
But in the end, I realized, I had to ask myself why

The world didn't stop, it just kept spinning round
Leaving me in the dust, with a worn-out crown
I thought I'd find solace, in the love I'd share
But it was all a lie, a facade, a snare

I tried to find my place, in the grand design
But it seemed the more I gave, the more I'd decline
My heart was pure, my intentions true
But the world didn't care, it just kept on moving anew

After all the sacrifices, the tears, the pain
I realized I had to be selfish, to survive the game
For in this world, only the strongest prevail
And if you don't put yourself first, you'll forever fail

So I rose from the ashes, like a phoenix born
With a heart of stone, and a will to scorn
I learned to love myself, to put me first
For in the end, that's the only way to quench the thirst

Of a world that takes, but never gives
A world that chews you up, and spits out your lives
So I'll wear my armor, with a heart of gold
And I'll survive this world, with a spirit that's bold

I'll walk alone, through the dark of night
With only my shadow, as my guiding light
I'll face the demons, that once held me down
And I'll rise above, with a heart that's renowned

For I am the master, of my own destiny
I am the captain, of my own soul's sea
I'll navigate the waves, with a heart that's true
And I'll find my way, to a place that's new

So let the world, with all its might
Try to bring me down, and ***** out my light
But I'll rise above, like a star in the night
And I'll shine so bright, with a heart that's full of fight

I'll embrace my flaws, and my scars too
For they are a part of me, and my story anew
I'll learn to love myself, with all my heart
And I'll never let the world, tear me apart

I'll stand tall and proud, like a mountain high
And I'll never let the world, make me ask myself why
I'll know my worth, and my value too
And I'll never let the world, make me feel blue

So I'll keep on walking, through the dark and the light
With my head held high, and my heart full of might
I'll keep on rising, above the pain and the strife
And I'll find my way, to a brand new life

Sure.....
If you bring trouble to my home, I would not run
Cos' peace and love
is something I'd die for
A world without war
A world filled with patience to the earth core
Do you understand what I'm saying
Or do I need to say more
This is a course....
with pictures to draw
Pictures of love
From sons to their mothers
Pictures of love
From brother to brother
Pictures of love
From hoodlums to thugs
Pictures from all
Regardless of colours
Pictures of a non-
-xenophobic world
A world without
Tribalism tout
A world free from guns
And racist words
A world free from war drum

People need people
People meet people
Then people support people
And people love people.

Then suddenly, people meet new people
and forgot the old people
**** on old people
Called them old people
Paint them rogue people.

People praise people
Then next, they malign  people
Yes, they hate people.....
they have designed sequel

People are always sure about their opinions towards you
They will judge and say stuff’ about which they don’t have a clue
They’ll say your heart and your brain are wrong pair
You don’t belong here
Pack your filthiness and go
You should’ve die some long times ago
You’re really good before; but now you lack manner
They’ll try to tear you down; and burn-out the whole banner
Give you some whacky name; but all that did not matter
They are just a stepping stone; a ladder to help you step on the next ladder
I’m a new man now and I’ve edit all da flaws
The kid you order around doesn’t exist anymore

People like us
Though less opportune
Still we’re shifting our course
Even when we’re stuck and confuse

People like us
See the world as classroom
We could expand our zoom
Like the earth is balloon

See at first, people like us
are so legit; I swore
But them freaky-*** dawg
Thought we’re ****** and dull

People like us
Ain’t give **** ‘bout political dude
We never bow to their rule
Never dance to their tune

People like us
Never get bough down with sorrow
Coz ‘leaders of tomorrow’
Is the aphorism we follow
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People like us
Listen to my pretty advice
Don’t be a devil device
So that your ship won’t capsize

So, people like us
Stay focus and keep calm
Never force-open the door
Work hard and obtain the lock
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See, know the child of who you are
Know your limit and your pause
keep going and never stop
Touch the sky, shoot past the stars
There ain’t no height you can’t surpass

People say....
This and that without thinking straight.
People chase....
effortfully till they meet dismay

People crave
For more than need-to-be-take
Then people play
and pray.....
for fun-filled days... and creamy cakes

People late....
Always wanna be on time; please don't keep em wait
People wake.
Quit dreaming great while still awake

People stake
Their heart for miragelike castle in Spain
And next, people create.... this messy space....
For their desire to proliferate
Without realising they're turning snake

People behave
irrationally farther from being sane
Shamelessly... you know.... "without feeling shame"

People change
One minute they're here, the next, they're on another space
People stray
Entangled by their emotions in disarray

People lie... and stylishly  deviate
Oh, I meant to say "sway"....
away from righteous way

People hey
Life ain't got "Yes" or "Nay", the answer's "May"
So, people Yay
Keep straying though one day you may find the way

I’ve always been at fault
Since I was born
Sometimes it feel like curse
Like I am stuck
And I lost the liver
The confidence to deliver
My body somewhat shiver
It’s hard to summon the courage
To spit what my heart coverage
Pain; sorrow
Vain; hollow
Lost hope for tomorrow
Misery; fear
Seasoning tear
Shattered beyond repair
Days with bad feeling
Nights counting ceiling
Same word; same ceiling
With nothing but same feeling
Empty and pale
Feeling of fail
Beaten and bullied as a child
Hurt and left out in the wild
Raised without anything
Struggling for everything
Adopted though not-orphaned
Accepting anything life offer
Problems and tragedy
Tucked-in silently
Used and molested
Left broken hearted
Close folks deserted
Love ones deceased
From life-threatening disease
Those are the threads that I weave
To form this poetic fabrics
But see; when situation broke me bad
Rhythmic poems stitch me back
With their words encrypt in my heart
And rhymes laced in my intestine
Poetry gave me a new soul
With her glowing light; I feel whole
I find it easy to express my stress
My state of mind and how I felt
In words
Than in talks
My speech delivery is whack; maybe
But with my pen; words never failed me
And all those circumstances that I’d dealt
Are the ink to my pen

I'm the prodigal son
Born with a gold-silver spoon
Mummy said when I was born
She was on her caramel top
Showing her Rïchïë stunt off

They call me the prodigal son
Platonically coz
I'm Sardonically born
By the gold-digger mom

Now, I'll tell you more
Of how this prodigal son
was practically born
to this satanical world

Yea, papa was a ****
Mama was a flirt
Then my mama gave birth
to this diamond in the ruff

Father is a political don
A strict guy to the core
I know...and
He knows that
I don't give a ****
Whether he's a don or not

When I was young
He used to be my hero,
All night long
He used to be my pillow
All that has gone
Now, he's my all time foe

Enough of his
What about me
Am I suppose to fall?
By another man flaws
I'm less of a greed
More of a bandit

Yea, I'm that thrifty one
Tagged filthy boy
I grew up a fatherless son
in a slum
not far from the north

I'm the prodigal child
Living life
With my cynical pride
Flaunting my dad riches
Oh! What a *****... I'm.

****, growing up was tough
Papa wasn't home
Mama got issue of her own
So I was left alone
Cold
in another family flow

As if that's not enough
Heavens know better; that
I smoke more than a weeder
Come visit my villa
It's more like a smoky lounge

Yea, call me the prodigal son
I'm rough and I'm bad
I'm different from them herd
I laugh when I'm sad
Coz my tears' ******* dry

I'm not done yet
I be the Casanova lad
My promiscuous act
Is topping the chart
They can't get enough of me
Em silly-dumb girls.

I'm that prodigal ****
That your papa doesn't want
That your mama warn you of
Okay now, run, little boy
Or your head 's getting hurt

But, to be honest
All these...
Doesn't behoove my parent
And this's
My mood of regret; please
Forgive and wish me the best.

"Que Sera Sera;” one of the lies that’s been passed down in ages
A sweet lullaby for the lazy
a lullaby that kills the will
We’re told; “Whatever will be; will be;”
but forget that what will be needs 'Will' to be

Destiny isn’t a scripted play; it’s a field
And man was gifted a tool; the name is "will"
Yet we sit; fold arms; and call it fate
as if the Most High created us to spectate

Not every dream dies because it wasn’t meant to be
Some die because someone refused to will it into being

“Que Sera Sera”; A lullaby laced in the lines of sages
but sweet on the tongue of passive cages
It's a chant for the chilled; not the chosen
a phrase for the frozen; who wait for fate with doors wide open
but never knock; never move; just hoping

“Whatever will be; will be”
sounds deep; but it ain't that deep
It’s how dreams go to sleep
It's how kings lose their crown
and blame the throne for sitting down

See; destiny ain’t a straight-line draft
It curves; it bends; it waits for craft
You were born with a map and a machete
Will you walk; or will you wait already?

Not every “meant to be” will see the light
Some stay in the dark 'cos you refuse to fight
Some die not from fate but neglect
buried in the soil of "what did you expect?"

So nah
Don’t sell your will for a whisper
Don’t call surrender scripture
Don’t paint apathy in gold and call it faith
God gave you breath; not brakes

“Que fit no sera sera”
what should be; might not ever be
if you let life happen passively
If you leave purpose to probability
you’ll forfeit your possibility

Because destiny without action? Is distraction
A poetic excuse for inaction
A fiction of fraction

So stand
Stand where the cowards sat
Dare where the doubters lacked
"Will" what must be;
’cos what must be might just flee
if you don’t become what you’re meant to be

What you think of me; matters small




What I think of me; matters more

She was so green at the start
Full of bliss and love-filled heart

Then as red as blood
With intent so innocence and pure

And then as white as the water
Purity like most friends will call her

Eventually as blue as the ocean
Full of visions and emotions

And then as brown as the earth
Dusted with commotion and bizzare

Suddenly as grey as the ash
Can't discern the wrongs from the right

Finally as dark as the night
Trekking on a thin thorny path

REAL MUSIC

Real dope rappers
Who write good flows
Not those whackers
Whose IQ ‘s low

Real emcees
Not them fake gees
Whose violence fancy life they pretend to live
In their video scene
Make them obscene

Rap shouldn’t be getting kids trapped
In a ****** life
Imagining wrongly outside the map
Now most of these kids had swapped
Their real life with that rap-gee crap
Things need to be done asap
Before things get out of bound
Before these kids gets out of hand

Rapping should be about feeling
Happening and politicking
And how we take beating
From murderous policing
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Rap should be a stencil
Unfading, unlike pencil
It should be a language, fundamental
That boots the mental
Coz rap music is special

Rap should be words arranged in rhythmic verse
To fit the beat and bass
Where the preceding rhymes
Fit the proceeding lines

Rap could be a war song
Against gunmen and war-thugs
To stop their inhumane wrongs
Like killing youngs’ and dropping bombs

Rap could be a love song
Song that keeps our vibe on
And become more strong

Rap could be an ornament
To our chameleon-like president
And those in the parliament
And other less-sensible personnel
In the government

Rap should be an inspiration
That helps you find solution
To war and destitution
And impact its contribution
as medication
To a mind filled with gruesome

Rap should be a resolution
To peace and revolution
Not the type that cause body and soul pollution

Rap should be about feeling
Not *** and drug preaching
Not fake-life flaunting
That leave the young heart bleeding

Rappers should be evolver
Logical thinker
Intellect ******
Who don’t just wear blinkers
They’re problem solvers

Realest cyphers
I’m talking real rap gods
Whose song do not preach hate
Whose line will all relate

How about those with silly way
Who’s supposed to be in jail
Coz their rhythmic way
And their wordplay
Preaches stray
And could derange the brain
Of the kids to decay

Let’s talk euphorism
Rappers whose rhythmism
Somewhat lacks euphemism
Whose art of lyricism
And rhyme algorithm
Lacks aphorism

I’m talking wu-tang pal
Not YMCMB clan
Whose art lack style
I’m talking 2pac
Whose rap never past

What about the music tycoon
Who make the world roam
Whose song gives the heart relief
And gives a warming beat
To a wandering lost soul

Real poetic wordsmith
Whose every word spit
Has a taste of God in it
And could make the world spin

But when rappers start displaying
An art that’s straying
And still gets to be known
That’s got to show
That they’ve bargain their soul
For fame, a chance to glow
Coz they’re rhythmic style is low
So, for them to blow
They’ve got to sold
Their body, heart and soul in whole

But rappers these day
Are just insane
Their lust for fame
Outlived their love for the game

Rich man; Rich man
Where is your dignity
people's sweat is your evening Schweppes
Their suffering is your hobby... funny
Their hungry tummy is your stomach yummy

Rich man; Rich man
You'll never know peace
For the riches you steal
And the things you give to buy that dignity

Rich man; oh Rich Man
Cruel and unsympathetic; with your evil-mind politics
Enslaving weak mind; with your rich man policies
No one dares challenge what you did or say
Anyone who dares tell the tale; won't live the coming day

Rich man; oh Rich man
Rich in knowledge or rich in cash
Rich in power or rich in class
Rich and wealthy; though your rich is farce
When it gets to showing-off; na you rich pass
Yet your riches never reach the mass

You're less of a leader and more of a boss
Your ways are devilish and your attitude is cross
You're not really rich; yea, you're richly poor
Listen to me' dog; don't close that door

Rich man; Rich man, heard you're damnly rich
Rich such that; you've reach the peak
The peak you reach and cut-off the breach
So, no one else could reach your streak

Rich man; Oh, Rich man
Soon you'll know the deal
Your mouth will open; but your goat won't bleat
The period will soon throw stone on you
Cos' even the devil is scared of you
And' even now; God is ashamed of you

Rich Man; Oh! Rich Man
You toxic heart will end up axed
You're crazily rich yet' your rich is trash
And for that; you'll leave in despair
Your soul will rot and turn to cotton in the air
And your spirit will be sent to the depth of hell

Earth will quake apart and swallow your body part
Your spirit will quiver as you're buried alive
Your sky(mind) will get broken and so will your heart
And when death comes to take you afar
No one will be there to bid you bye

I walk the street
Of the town labelled "Iroko hill"
I found this tree beautifully lined
The seeds and fruits dully aligned
Like a burning smile
On a sunny sky
The branch and leaves
Looks gorgeously green
Like a flowery beam
A sirius; it seems
The trunk and branch; tall and inclined
The flower glows
I wish she was mine
But I got the answer No
I picked a seed from a ***** branch
To give me hope
I plant this seed into the ground
I hope it grows
That after some years; if I'm still around
It'd yield a rose
But here I am
Stuck with this zombie plant
Although the leaves are bright too
But it doesn't outshine you
It's ego dare not near your might
It's just a subset of your light
So until the sun and moon collide
To eclipse my darkened sky
I won't give up the search
I'd hold on to this very path
Hoping you'd change your mind
And please be mine

Sitting lonesomely by my window side...... reminiscing my past
Watching cluelessly how many days have passed...... since I felt alive

Oh, these woes I can't outgrow, how can I grow
Lost in my soul's black hole; I can't find home
I've been forever tadpole; I cannot toad

Minds troubling
The thoughts are popping in
Pestering me
The voices creeping in; telling me... pick your pen
You've been silent for long; ... be a man

You're a master of your arts
Let go of the stuffs in your heart
Script out your woes in rhymes

But hey; what should I write about
Is it how I'm bough; with stuffs that I avowed
Or times that I'd bowed to a sect that let me down

Should I write about my misery
The mystery that I've been living-in
Family feuds, trauma and horrifying history
Wounds of the past, I wouldn't try reliving it.

Should I write about my downs and downs
My wrongs that's wronged or downs that's downed
The hurts that's tucked; or the ones cried out

Hunm; thoughts are plenty; but my pens arent penning
Fams and folks; I don't have any

My words are fluffed; but I keep on pencilling it
Too many errors; so I keep on stencilling.

The lines aren't lining; I'm lost in the verse
It's like the earth 'd outline me and shipped me to Mars
****, the weather is harsh
Would I even survive

I feel.... sea-bounded
At this point, the map seems boundless
The compass spinning pointless;  the anchor creaking mindless
Road endless; they can't even found us

But what could I do; all I feel is defeat
Floating apsidal; now that I'm drown in this bridle joint
If only I could; Rewrite this gumming script
Maybe it wouldn't be titled... the saddle point