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