Is calling you a saviour, a blasphemy?
For when He kept me going spiritually
You run things physically
Even when I'm down financially
Yo the real Odogwu, Burna's only capping
Your existence alone makes 'us' happy
Yo shut down the concert when the worms start rapping
Even though it's got no wings, my stomach feels flappy.
No doubt we're created in twos
World of the mechanic and world of the sinzus
And when they crave their cereal and noodles
We're unshaken for we do have you
No doubt you're the real O.G
For you cover me when I'm reloading like C.O.D
Who is Messi?
Beside Garri?
I Stan you, the real G.O.A.T
*ANCESTHOR*
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THE QUIET LAND
FantasiaA Collection Of Poems And Short Stories From The Best Writers At Lagos State University.
