Dear God,
Is me writing again,
Yes I know we spoke yesterday.
But I still feel the need to pour out my mind.
Else I might end up losing my mind.
Dear God,
Remember say you been promise me daily bread,
No be say I no dey bend,
Yet hunger just tie me like dread
And my eyes just dey red.
Dear God,
The way my enemies dey prey
E come be like say I no dey pray
Even when you know say na me and you dun dey tey tey.
Suffer head dun make me fail.
Dear God
How I wan take go see my mama?
After all the whole prayers wey she dun pour for my matter
Wetin do that Bentley wey I promise her.
Abeg no make me dey hide when my friends dey bam.
Dear God,
Condition dem talk dun make crayfish bend,
Even my babe dun kukuma leave me with my suffer head
Abi na like this you want make I end?
Abeg reply me, Na you be my last hope for the bread.
Dedicated to every hustler out there, one day you will hustle will pay off 🙏🙏🙏
OBRA MAESTRA
Great Work 🤬🥓
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