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Peter Praise May 2018
I am rap I am poetry
I am hip pop I am poetry
I am jazz I am poetry
I am blues I am poetry
You could call me country I am poetry
My first name is music
And my last is poetry
Poetry I day dream
Poetry I live a life
Poetry I die a die

Poetry I sleep and wake you
Be for me not against me
I would take you to mama poetry
If you let Me
I want to live and die you
Come be my prōstitutus
Fall in love with me I pray you



I know me when I know you
My dark and light introduce you
Our world without you
Is casualty to war.
You are the change we want to see and more
Beg Your father love
To help our world.
Peter Praise Oct 2016
GBEGBELEKU
GbeGbeleku can never dance, the tune of bata seem silent too his feet, his dansiki made of the grate aso oke says no to the wind when she blows.
Omele from the rear thunder boldly whom changes the steps of men and takes them to the surrealistic world seem powerless in his ears.
Gangan the hopeful one a lion of sound 
who speaks the truth to the one with the gifted ears
Giving the body strength like never before, with saworoide he gives his cap,  still he gives no interest.
Oh Oh my sekere with your million babies you make no difference
To the company of truth.
Oya on the chirot of the gods tells me you lost hope in humanity
But you I ask if not for anything at least for the strength used in invoking the gods take a step make that change.
Peter Praise Sep 2016
Touch Not
Oh falling Angele
Get thy behind me clear
I see no use of your worldly sells of bells
Stop the deceit of boys and girls
You have caused enough wars
Remember they know not there right
Hence they fall for your ways
But remember your place
Cause you stand no chance
For the one who ordered your exile still remains
With his host. With Gabriel I send you this words.
Michael would spear you not if you cross the line
cause I already ordered your destruction.
Touch not my loved ones cause I would create a place
Worse than hell for you, cause trinity dwells in me.

#peterpraise
Peter Praise Sep 2016
Ife
Our love as glorious as a multi coloured butterfly
Came out of the Blues
With strength as Zion and I wonder what a lion
I thought I found home after i eat the cooky  
I came all out of my favorite melancholic cosmological way of life where I found peace within.
Come out of your shell you begged and I did, your abiku love really made a mark
Even the blind can see past your babilonic drama which I was myopic to.
Yes Helen of troy, was no human nor God. For her actions was of non
You I see no difference
Why plant a tree only to one day cut down.
OH Babylon goddesses,  you will never have a second troy.  For within me not far in you I would find my peace again.
So go tell Aphrodite of Cyprus I have a Zion.
Peter Praise Sep 2016
Hope Above Dark.
Shadows too weak to walk or stand Words too weak to be understood light are nothing but light our world as dark as night even in the light
All poor, rich and poor man can sing to butter fly no more lost, maplees and boor
celebration of life is all we have they say when there is life there is hope well hope a good thing .
The last friend of man sometime, most time where art thou well we salute you, I salute you through world war I, world war II, the civil wars and capitalism you seem to exist.
Where are you now? Suru your sister was constant with us like you. For over one hundred years she lives. But not long
Biafra is coming once more. Militants in creeks to aid her Bokoharam is here
Who are you? Giant of Africa they call you. The air tells me you are the stone of the savannah. Brother and sister, imporvished or bewealthed pray cause that all we can, for a generation with a soul under this diamond sky we live .
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TN entertainment.
Hey HP
certainly feels like I'm lost here
all i put down seems not with a flare
no one sees and wish me fair
im in to drop when....
Peter Praise Jul 2016
DARK
In the dark a rat                                                     a rat with a stench as hard as ***
Lonely than the anthills of the Savanna                                                      ­wishing to one day listen to the sound of passing

Cold and unwilling rapt under the cloth of fear of the unknown wishing to have taken this part or that part

Confused like a light rat keeping the record of the past    instead of setting a new,  Wishing time could take a nap under the forgetting tree.
Never to be found.
Immortality even in the dark
Can you see the light?


           Peter praise
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