Flame your fire, puncture the tyres
The wheels now screech to tires.
Chale man taya!
Yes, we hired the abajo and played the xylophones with the Frenchmen
The pito intoxicated our souls to satire
Agr) ne f)m the aged speak of a wisdom from above.
Maybe Olorun has His own seat carved somewhere between their drunken breaths.
Those days when piloloo was an epic and broomsticks were our toothpicks,
Hahaha
We sometimes would take a few peeks at the maidens whence they shake their fleshy backpacks to Mzbel's I be 16 years and toy up rather hard beings in our shorts while our minds forget that we were once hunting for sticks in the earth.
Now the kokonsa spirits break into whispers.
Eii, see these devios with different kinds of mixtures!
The wheels now screech to tires.
Chale man taya!
Yes, we hired the abajo and played the xylophones with the Frenchmen
The pito intoxicated our souls to satire
Agr) ne f)m the aged speak of a wisdom from above.
Maybe Olorun has His own seat carved somewhere between their drunken breaths.
Those days when piloloo was an epic and broomsticks were our toothpicks,
Hahaha
We sometimes would take a few peeks at the maidens whence they shake their fleshy backpacks to Mzbel's I be 16 years and toy up rather hard beings in our shorts while our minds forget that we were once hunting for sticks in the earth.
Now the kokonsa spirits break into whispers.
Eii, see these devios with different kinds of mixtures!
You see, I wrestled last with a cock
who was a friend of a bull.
He had high hopes of a bullock security
But only ended up in my soup of carcasses- a cock and a bull story, I must say.
You see, I wrestled with a monkey on my way to hunt some gazelles.
He mocked at the way I smoked my pipe amongst the tassels.
I fumed my smoke to the right as I had pointed the pipe to my left.
It would make more sense to hold my gun at my side, but I had the gun pointing at me.
The monkey felt insulted,
He wondered why upon all the 'prenty taily-tailies', his ancestors chose to evolve into me.
"Prenty taily-tailies" he shrugged.
I can't explain the metaphor now,
He threatens to bury a bullet in my skull.
who was a friend of a bull.
He had high hopes of a bullock security
But only ended up in my soup of carcasses- a cock and a bull story, I must say.
You see, I wrestled with a monkey on my way to hunt some gazelles.
He mocked at the way I smoked my pipe amongst the tassels.
I fumed my smoke to the right as I had pointed the pipe to my left.
It would make more sense to hold my gun at my side, but I had the gun pointing at me.
The monkey felt insulted,
He wondered why upon all the 'prenty taily-tailies', his ancestors chose to evolve into me.
"Prenty taily-tailies" he shrugged.
I can't explain the metaphor now,
He threatens to bury a bullet in my skull.
Indigenous is local, and local is native.
Ha, my vocals just sounded knowledgeable.
How proud my Papa would be!
His son just repeated himself in an unrepeated fashion.
The dwarves now wear sneakers, we never hear them come in; they blow a kiss to the moon and she returns it with bloody cheeks.
Ha, my vocals just sounded knowledgeable.
How proud my Papa would be!
His son just repeated himself in an unrepeated fashion.
The dwarves now wear sneakers, we never hear them come in; they blow a kiss to the moon and she returns it with bloody cheeks.
Grandma spoke of a time in the stars when God kissed the very earth:
Those days when Cleopas played checkers with Gabriel and we sat by the fire side at night, listening to tooli from Nathaniel;
But for boiled cassava and plantain, man would have been a celestial.
Hmm, ewa ee
We wanted to swallow both in a single gulp
So we pounded in triple appetites.
Now we have fufu for a dish and God for a wish...
What else can we do but scout for the perfect fish for the soup.
Anyway, my dear
Toss me some salt for the bifi
The sun is getting old.
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