You send out your mother's coffin to give to the people that killed her the barracks in lagos, this wonderful story A line of notes or equations to equal, to foment a tumult This thing that you went through you... cope through a spectacle
You smoke then laugh a smile so smug to say such things
You'd laugh it off, even after death
When you got it, you flaunt it.
I want to play the underground spiritual game Anikapulo! The one who carries death in his pocket The one who carries death in his pouch strange one, mysterious one spirit being
The father returns The mother returns When you got it you flaunt it
You got what you wanted a world all your own a stable of people and things
When you got it you flaunt it You got what you wanted a world all your own a stable of people and things and when they found you you got it but different