Do you know that you are not perfect?
Do you know that you have North in your hand?
Do you know that you have the regions at hand?
Do you remember it lasts, not for long?
Do you know like the thief, you shuffle?
Why do you choose to be different?
Why do you choose to have the not?
Why do you not value them your life?
In golden cup, you enjoy their blessings
You mixed them in your mug of sugars
You love to kill them in Rome
Have you ever seen them in tears?
You onion them in water
Do you think they are nitwits?
Do you think they have not had you?
Do you think they are hopeless?
Do you know if they have rest of mind than you?
But on two legs, they work
Abuja on a long four runners, but not in peace
They work in twos, down to the graves
But happiness cries in them
Why do you choose to them in promise?
But in noose, you hooked them?
Under your chronic words, you cream them in
A long sleep that never comes back
The evil and good questions to ask you