I don’t skate, it excites and scares me
I shouldn’t break bones for sport
My mama fi go break some more
Used to play street ball,
wrestled a man or two;
but I no too sabi,
Last last, no be every black man fi be Ali
Pencils, pens & brushes, that’s my forté
A man has been a sloth, quite unfortunate
Cheers to hunger and thirst
Discomfort gives innovation birth
Ja ara e
Butty ni mi, ma lo gawk e
Etiquette mi wa premium,
5 stars! Mafo!
Still I’m formidable in the bush,
And well known in the streets,
I pray for the artisans
“Graffiti on the wall, on the skin
It’s all the same
God is Mario Puzzo,
Chinua Achebe is the Messiah.
We do not bide by mortal rules
If you’re reading this, the world is yours,
Amen!”
She said I don’t belong here,
I asked her “Who does?”
We’re all surviving as best as we can
925ers are hyenas in this concrete jungle,
Laughing, cringing at my fits,
Aired invoices,
Watered down peace.
I caught them on the gram,
They was dubbing my fits
Endangered species l’ómò,
Olopa, steady poaching
It’s fuck everyone out here,
Rude boy, look sharp;
Na only your mama love you.
