All my life I lived with death hanging over me,
I have been fighting for a dead man's property
Because my voice was tin when I had no money.
Pain of pleasure grief me
As non could be my lover to called me Honey
The girls wants to ride in venza
They care not if they died in a river.
A poor lover have no rival
Not even in a revival
True love brings a man into resurrection
We are reborn through salvation.
My lovers are potential inmates
They can even sleep with their cellmates
Even under some bad climates.
How can a twelve years old girl be having sex with her classmates?
When you get to hell
You keep going
You may find the heavens
But if you find not, then you go burn in hell.
Prince Ojoka
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