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Don’t touch me beko, I am still decoding the kooko, the reason why Nigeria politicians are bloody cowards, liars of all hate narration, hate the nation.
I tried to understand the essence of life, the meaning of existence but I found no sense, and everything to was just out of sense, vanity. But guess what I came up with.
LIFE!
This is the air I breath, the blood that flows in my veins, the strength in my bones, the stronghold of my heart, the reason of my living, the secrete behind my prosperity, is the name.it gives me confidence in time of distress, and
Stress is my weight
Worth more in gold
Stress is the world
Of which we create
And condem
I create today for a grade
I create today for my A
I create today for the stress
They wish summer was longer, just one more week
Pulling all nighters who the hell needs sleep
Two nights before, procrastination at it's finest.
The so called overacheivers
not prepared in the slightest
A book asked me once: If you could take a pill that would make you need only two hours of sleep a day would you take it?
And I said: I don’t know
The AP system kills love
I don't care about you
All i want is perfect grades
To be better than the few
I want to rise to the top
That is my drug
The ecstacy of that 4.0
Nights spent in a coffee cup
one light on in my head.
Bleary eyes scouring the book
I might as well be dead.
From lack of sleep
lack of life
can I get one second?
I need to close my eyes.
at peace in a class that looks nothing like me
a plea to read the words of my people
A.P
