Ballads of a Lost Boy - Word Poetry

My name na Erigga for those when just enter my school of thoughts

The things with thought before motivation we been on top but still am lost

Lost in my thoughts finding fault Is it mine is it yours, funny thoughts

Before the story drop why don’t we take shot

Warri crisis 1997 enter 1999 really shape my thinking

Lost a lot of my bros and sists in a blinking

Forget the oil for ground I refind the one for my head

Made money but am still lost parts of me still lost

Toast to the thinking entitlement go fit make us rich

People switch, like fake nyash and real yansh still hard to tell which is which

Lost in the women and the drinking smoking and hoping

That one day my government go serve me

Dem no tell me before switch to investing in myself empty my savings

1999 for okumage avenue 9 erieovo

Deepest part of the ghetto, darkest everybody know

Africa wake up e dey happen

People dey hear the voice now e dey happen

Brezz go blow small small politicians nyansh go open show

Fowl dey beat ole fowl, e dey happen

Sleeping sons of Jacob wake up e dey happen

Everyday for the thief but one dey for who catch am e dey happen

Erigga too good, God make dem dash am

With all the things he's been through nothing scratch am

When God say na your time na your time

No matter the continent you find yourself or everywhere you dey

Na still your time, cuz na the same time

But at the same time we dey grind

I know people when tell me say album go flop

Fast forward, them shock to see am they pop

I rather dey on top chart, than on top your girl

Money na the only friend we fit rely on well

Na me be that basket when dem day use dey fetch water, just to disgrace bucket, stop playing with me

If you dry go through alot my brother go come, stop playing with me

We have all been through there, no use sub me, disturb me

Na beggie biggie make you feel say ur brother stingy

Entitlement na disease enter pharmacy

For am to pain I gats talk am for Pidgin

Nobody owe you chin chin, so brother namaste

2016 I dey cell dey think my life

Dey write for wall I swear I almost mentos

For matter when no concern me, na so dem come find me

Hand cuff me like arm robber when dey pem tools

That was then I no sure say e fit happen again

I’m wiser now money dey I can’t complain

Never to catch falling knife leave dem make dem talk

Na riebina na una be we no be God, u no be blood

A king and a slave for it is both our duties to serve others

Ballads of a lost boy

The movement just dey start

Una go soon dey take orders

Abeg