Life For Many
I rest my head on the black pompous breast
A gentle rhythm narrows my never ending rest
No longtime passed my consciousness kept
Sometimes my eyes are wet from tears wept
Worries and ache disappeared whole
I feel like I am in a rabbit hole
Again today I will long work
My work is hell and my wage stunt
I am passed two scores but this lad is still stuck
I long for days I will never again job hunt
Days were I cuddle my wife and babe in a Hummer truck
Worry and fear walks me through time
Sigh, life it is for many without a dime
But I find my cheer in you
And rest my head on the black pompous breast that is true.
A gentle rhythm narrows my never ending rest
No longtime passed my consciousness kept
Sometimes my eyes are wet from tears wept
Worries and ache disappeared whole
I feel like I am in a rabbit hole
Again today I will long work
My work is hell and my wage stunt
I am passed two scores but this lad is still stuck
I long for days I will never again job hunt
Days were I cuddle my wife and babe in a Hummer truck
Worry and fear walks me through time
Sigh, life it is for many without a dime
But I find my cheer in you
And rest my head on the black pompous breast that is true.
-Oyindamola Dada
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