No be to dey carry holy words
dey come form flashiness like 4 fords.
Person need to dey make him money
with that poetry wey him dey tell him Bunny.

Words could be life
as a husband finds a wife.
Sometimes it needs to be motivated
so the listener’s spirit can be elevated.

No be to dey chop only book
person need get the spoon to fit cook.
Na by all that small small offering
we dey take wipe away awa suffering.

Sometimes our lives becomes an offering plate.
Only applauses enter, critics are never late.
Money never visits, she’s never allowed.
Poets need the money. I’m shouting this aloud!

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