The Weird One

Who’s the enigmatic weird one
Puffing smoke every time he speaks
A semi god in his house,
Worships orunmila in his shrine.
Who’s the genius posing nude
For cameras and journalist in his pants
He’s the only one that has death in his couch,
Even though he’s not here,
We can hear him all around us
He says the truth,
He sings the opposite of lie
And he lived his songs
Who’s the president of kalakuta
The land of free, the republic of Africa’s true son
He’s a thorn in the flesh of our leaders
A voice to reckon with, a no yes-man
Who’s the prophetic one
That sings the future without consulting oracles
Who’s the comedian
That does yabeez in his shrine
Who’s the man that we all grow to respect
He is baba 70, the weird one.

baba!you are too much!this is off the chain men