I got an infamous story I gotta tellIt’s quite embarrassing so aren’t gonna yellIt’s about the day my name; I couldn’t spellBut first… I warn your itchy mouths not to tell You know how shy I amUnfortunately, just in front of my desk sat our madamShe was a strict Muslim, married to a MallamIn our […]
And when our feet hurts because we didn’t wear proper soles, they didn’t even careBut instead beat the hell of our buttto bruise because we were three seconds lateP.k
For a boy Whose only friend: soldier toy He grew up solely On his own, and became just so lonely
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