📝 [ An Original Story By jorj ]

Lord use me as i move my pen

As i tell the untold stories from uncool kids

The ones wey no get money to buy the cool kicks

The ones who hustle their way through the wet mud and hard bricks

Regardless of how many sweat tricks

Or how many tears fall

With pockets full of dreams, not even a dime

We’ll tell our stories one poem at a time

Getting high of ourselves one roll at a time

We no dey stress about the rainy season cos sooner than later, sun go shine ☀️


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