Show me a Man so perfectAnd let's watch the moon unearth a thousand flaws

He who bends shall rise againWhat doesn’t bend always breaks in the end

In this harsh drive of lifeMany became meanMany became coldMany became vileOnly if they knew how happy life could’ve beenIf they’d thread back whence they came

This Okedare isle bears truthful mythsOf the sacred mountain many only wonderThe juju mountain of jebba, so famed the town’s terrorWhere few returns if ever threads

For no one cares till you rise above the plain

Politics as we hear them sayA stately game where everyone is a winnerAnd everyone is a loserWin today, lose tomorrowNavigating every façade bloody test

Oh, you can’t look back, it’s not kinderI say not not fall, but always rise againThe stairs of life isn’t cheesy and plum

This is more real than the living manI still bask in rays of bewilderment from BethlehemWith its dusking evenfallThis noon dream rends Athena’s glimAs its symphony can’t be chained in sleep

The past is pastThe future is all that mattersBut sometimes we lie deep in the past that we forget we can’t alter its storyAnd sometimes we surge far ahead that we forget we don’t have tomorrow in our palms

You can either howl or braceFor the morrow comes twice as meanEither way you decide tomorrow’s fate