Ekwensi Plastics

 

Roadblocks on the road to freedom
Tie down and chattere destiny from an early age 
What do a five year old boy know? dandruffs?

Keep reading vedas 
Those that were older 
Keep collecting key inside the car
Destroying my life
Saw that I had mad dandruffs growing, planned
Because they have been betrayed
They form an assailancy instrumental from beyond
My passersby have been tailored
Everything was put in place so that it could be wiped out 
Sweetness of deprivation.
Eze nwanyi is man who has done lot of Sacrifice
What best describes a man is how he handles his lows.
five minutes ambitions lack of love the house hatred
the hate I expiate the thought I will, we build to show hove and have nothing to say the created avenue so fatal
they have lost voices make upon dry which distract which the saboteur,

Life is a boredom a gleam as final punishment
Which work you dey do?
Oh I'm a social commentator on the folly that is your life
Light spirit is animals spirit
Ekwensi plastic, prising our wares from the hands of dead men
It's all clogs and air

Should I use a blanket to cover my eyes 
for sex don’t work in the clear
More meet the eyes
In the shroud
The woman is dangerous she has astral sex with you, 

wipes your memory and enspittle you

make you feel small

It is sweet something gave blocked that part of your brains reducing your mental age

They enlid and enspittle 'obo' the coverer

Ogbanje mother and daughter doing shared dreaming Mucus drop your nose, spittle in your mouth, it was never love, it was clogs
Shit is our gravity.
The dead are alive and functional 

Reattach your memory line
I too am now an eze nwanyi
The purity have risen the land and the night are as clear as day
Be a delusions that functions
I will not go home until I bring freedom home

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