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winteric (m)
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[b][/b]NAIJA HOOD
It began that year Through the waters which share Three tribes apart Drowning Mungo Park Raw Niger spirit The way we do it Helping ourselves If there's nothing else
They who call me nigger Say they merged us together The swifter and slicker ninjas The ones with itching fingers Like the Government Thieving the ornament Soiling the ancient garment Oiling this brazen lament
All through these years of fears And tears and twisted cheers We've been helping ourselves Because there's nothing else Our virtue's not repaid Even kind old trust's betrayed Now they point fingers at us At the young Niger in us
Niger's but a new born Even Oak is father to Acorn The grudge the seed of enmity We find identity The kind haters won't meet But he reigns in the Street The restive stealth and yahoo zeals Ninjas' deals father their own weals
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