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You are my romantic nicotine,
in the cigarrette of destiny,
I burn for with the smoke of bliss,
I'll burn even more when you give me a kiss
never has wind has bowed like this
Wrap you around me like a scarf
of my heart, you'll not rip it...
If I must be truly sanctified,
then must I find my soul
in the temple of your eyes,
let the sky say love has made
me pure
If I must be anointed by passion,
I must first experience
the magic of your arms
wrapped around me,
then my heart...
As a child, I was always bullied,
picked on,
comfort trampled on the ground,
well I admit that I was the softest softie
on the planet,
De-graft Afful Jr. was always
a prey of fear
Most of my fear came
from over-imagination,
reading...
Anytime I took revenge
or before I took revenge,
the strange thrill of murder
or killing the target in question
came into my mind,
but the good part of me conquered
it always and has always conquered it,
I have never killed
Well, it is...
For so long, I had these enormous wounds
in my soul, only one heals gradually...
the self-confidence weakness,
another begins to heal,
unforgiveness
In my lifetime, I have been
a shadow clothed with wounds,
my soul limps most of the...
I've finally found the lips
that shall make me strong,
a magical cuddle
that shall make the winds my palanquin
and the clouds shall proclaim me king
the splinters of my heart, reassemble
in a joy of hope,
as she holds my cheeks,
my soul...
I know corruption is everywhere
but where there is an extremacy
in the selling of the conscience of men,
there is problem
righteousness goes downhill,
when cedis or dollars or pounds
my fall into the palms of wolves
to achieve freedom of...
Listen to the laughter of sin
and you'll know what I'm taking about
this is what happens in the lair of Africa,
nothing much,
but you are compelled to dance
to the rhythm of corruption
If you want something,
a few bellies must...
This is what I call leaping
towards the fangs of an adder;
the language of wealth
is sometimes mistaken,
excuse me, many times
Just a few notes and the tongues
of many can twist with amazing
talent of save the situation
to such a point...
Sometimes this colour distinction
egotisticity punches me in the face,
not only me, but my African friends
I must admit some white people
are really nice, but some to are just impossible
I offer to help one of them
with homework and she...
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