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Cold world,
When you feel all alone.
Cold world,
When the pain is like what you own.

Cold world,
When it's like you fell from the sky
With no one to call your type.

Cold world,
When they want you to repent
And no one cares about you.
Cold world.

Cold world,
When everything is your fault
Whether you're right or not.
Cold world.
We didn't want to be in your country
In this first place,
You dragged us to your country.
On our backs we built the future.
You called us different nasty names,
Reduced us to animals
Despite all the degradation
We made it still.
Shame on you.
It's painful being you right now.
The more you make us feel small
The bigger we are, we define ourselves.
We are real deal, we are love
Of course yes, we are BLACKS
Things be somehow
As I be man,
I dey try make I no bow
To pressure around town.
I no wan too think am
I no wan too show am.

Man dey try
Make man no cry.
To the world I sleek
Between you and me, I weak.

Come give me breast
Make I **** first,
Make I recharge my joy,
Treat me like a little boy.

I don sick
And na you be my medicine.

- @Olladave
Sometimes I want to be the poet
Other times, I say not yet.
Sometimes I want to enjoy life
Other times, I want a wife.
One time I say no to a bottle of beer
Other times, too much a pain to bear
In every little thing you do
Be fair and true
Not only for others good.
For what you sow, the world gives to you.
More than the seed you can hold,
Your harvest in multiple folds.

From the top, the ground is hard to see.
The ground is where we slept,
Where we dreamt,
And lept;
In hope to find our strength.
Up, you are today,
Heed, is all i'll say.
For next time you fall to the ground
It may be in the cold hands of death.
Kept feeling this hurt 
In my heart,
I left last night. 

I kept looking back
Thinking you will call back. 
A little birdie 
Told me you won't. 

Alone. ‎
After all these years. 
Back to where I stated from
A jungle of trouble
Where people live once,
Wish they die and rise
In another Place and time
Love to live once, die and live twice.

The bad jungle that harbors good men
A good man will eventually gets tired of here
He'll search for a land christened good
Where good stones are longing
To be pillars for the head of good men.
Good man gets carried away
Snuffs live out of himself
And stopped being good cos he killed a soul.
Once a killer, always a killer
And the land named good forbids bad people.

So if today is bad
Do not be touched.
When today goes, you die
Tomorrow comes you live again
The creator is not nut
He wants to see what you'd do
With what you've always complained about
More lives.
written 12:20pm, Saturday 14, Jan 2006
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