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finger tips, leave me alone
I'm trying to take what I’ve learned and shatter my throne
So when you find this message, can I come home?

here
We don't need no money, we could make it all work"

But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stayed up waiting, anticipatin'

There were two strangers, they've never met
A crooked teenager and a man triple his age
The younger was taking life as it comes
The older won’t stop

Well if I had another go
I’d bring you down to Portland 
I’d treat you like a regular Jane

How do you come by this?
You seem so right at home
It

drink, drink, drink my fellow, drink
Nothing is as bad as it could be

Came back home to find my wife in bed with another man
Held the guy at gunpoint,

closet friend's skin resemble a gator
I know it's supposed to be to each they own
But to this date I felt like I haven't found my own home
And how I

nippy, but solar rays fire me
In entirety. I'm fueled by a sense of sobriety
Expect pages appended to my diary
I've never known a space more inspiring

Caught him half-steppin' in the game where you need two feet
Fell home, evasion, did it for some food to eat
Heard they gave that nigga wings by that blue

standing high up on a cloud
Too entranced to really hear the word of mouth speaking out
No external forces to come around and jerk me
My black skin on a body

yeah
You could've left me alone (could've left me alone)
If I still gotta be alone ( imma be good on my own)
I wish you would come home
This was your

He got left in the V by a boy scooter
That's why I ain't takin' no Uber
These niggas be bitchin', be movin' like Hooters Can't lack brodie keep him

Pull up double pump, mane
Money come in flux, mane
These bitches love Young Schmuck, mane
Just by lookin' at you, I can tell you ain't got a thought in

from home
Tribulation and scorn
Within me
Vivid dreams of the cryptic red Nile
Lurking fear of the menacing sands
Guided only by the hand of faith
Oh God

the body of a stranger
Maybe tonight is when I'm gonna meet my maker
Maybe I got 8 minutes till I blow
Wake up in the same place
Will I ever make it home

the dark
I linger by the smuggler's fire
With tales to light the spark
The widow mourns her long-lost kin
While rusted bells will chime
To call the restless

All some really need at Xmas 
Is to be thought of by someone
It’s not about gifts all wrapped in ribbons 
As many lives have come undone

the optimist
Hiding away from the truth
And although I long to see us
Making tracks
When the chains come loose

We're awful tied up now
Said it all before
But I

it burns  

At the back of Agric Quarters are three temples 
With the proximity of the fingers
And at 4:27 am
I am awakened by

always don't know when
You can count on a leap of faith
Where we can meet again

We haven't even left for home
The road map  so unclear
It's

that are under the ground,
my skin burns, my eyes are bombs about to explote,
the cure is home, is the floor you step on (oh).
If you can

Echoes of laughter in the halls.
Sitting by the fire alone,
Longing for a place called home.
Shadows of the past, they linger,
In my heart, they pull me

talking to ghosts
In your living room by yourself

In the end, you faced your demons
And I’m left with mine
Oh, teach me to grieve
To be sober
In this life

How far about all your promises 

Them your brothers them are waiting for your call 

So are you coming home by December 

Who

biko nye 

Chukwu the glory

Ups and downs 

nwanne nye 

Chukwu the glory


Made a lot of sacrifices

Fame comes with a 

lot of prizes my brother