My thought are projected out in a paper, my ways are original like a leather, i see the skies filled manna, i pray they understand that patience is the ruler, if you are tired of life pls reconsider, this life is filled of narrows which could be bitter, in a matter of time we will fly and meet jehovah, this is so if only you always listen to the preacher, gones are the days of pencil and ruler, the days of immaturity and foolishness as our leader, let me tell you a story about alima, she was poor but far from a begger, aristotle was not a liar, when he said gravitation is not responsible for people for in love palava. should i stop or should i flow like a river, santa was close to a cheerful giver, he recognise by in nigeria, blackberry made her loose her brother, she killed him and took his liver, gave it to the man called slot who lives in alaba. she died in the latter.