Ballads of a Lost Boy (Word Poetry) Lyrics

My name Erigga for those when just enter my school of thoughts

The things with thought before motivation we been on top but still am lost

Lost in my thoughts finding fault

Is it mine is it yours, funny thoughts

Before the story drop why don’t we take shot

Warri Criss 1997 enter 1999 really shape my thinking

Lost a lot of my bros and sist in a blinking

Forget the oil for ground I refind the one for my head

Made money but am still lost parts of me still lost

Toast to the thinking entitledment go fit make us rich

People switch, like fake nyash and real yansh still hard to tell which is which

Lost in the women and the drinking smoking and hoping

That one day my government go serve me

Dem no tell me before switch to investing in myself

Empty my savings

1999 for okumage avenue 9 erieovo

Darkest part of the getto everyone know

Africa wake he dey happen

People dey hear the sound now e dey happen

Brezz go blow small small politicians yansh go open

Fowl dey beat ole now e dey happens

Sleeping sons of jacob e dey happen

Everyday for the thief but one dey for who catch am e dey happen

Erigga too God Abeg make dem dash with all the things he’s been through nothing scratch am

When God say na your time na your time

No matter the continent’s when you dey na still the same time but at the same time we dey grind

I know people when tell me say album go flop

Fast forward them shock to see am they pop

I rather dey on top chart than on top your girl

Money na the only friend we fit rely on well

Na me be that basket when be say dey fetch water

Just to disgrace bucket, stop playing with me

If you go tru alot my brother go come, stop playing with me

We have all been there no use sub me, disturb me

Na beggie biggie make you feel say ur brother stingy

Entitlement na disease enter pharmacy

For am to pain I gats talk am for pidgin

Nobody owe you chin chin so brother namaste

2016 I Dey cell dey think my life

Dey write for wall I swear I almost mentos

For matter when no concern me them come find me

Hand cuff me like arm robber when dey pem tools

That was then I no sure say e fit happen again

I’m wiser now money dey I can’t complain

Never to catch falling knife leave them talk

Na riebina na una be we no be blood God

A king and a slave for it is both our duties to serve others

Ballads of a lost boy