WETIN GOD CHOP REMAIN? by Mide Benedict

I yan dem sey watin man go chop
Dem con yan me yamayama
Sey na God get ham
Na so I vex throw dem question
Sey watin dey for dem mouth
Wey get yuehn yuehn like oil
Dem sey na Akara
Wey commot for heaven con down dey there

Na dah time I con throw another one give dem sey,
Na who con get
The one wey dey for cooler wey dem hol for hand?
Dem yansh my face with laugh
Sey na God chop ham remain for dem.

Na when God go chop food remain for here
Make I carry my own chop?
Dem yan me sey make I reach Heaven
Make I ask God
Make I holla God the levels....
Sey God dey bless person wey no get wella
I com vex, wetin! Nah here God go bless me
Abi na for heaven?
How I go take con back,
Dem no con look my side again,
Dem just siddon dey chop another round.

Chai! God dey o,

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