“LEAVE THE GAME”

I am sorry Warrence
This one might probably be the ceremony of your funeral
If I go hard,
Be grateful to God that I am not on drug
A stubborn fly leads the corpse to the grave
So, I want to bury you in an open coffin with your body expose to the heavens

I am not a baby mother to breastfeed you with milk
Neither do I have the remedy to cure your naivety
So, don’t fight what you can’t kill
I am glad you’re an allergic to poetry
How about becoming a spokesman
If I was Malcolm, your writings would probably be my X

Stop this war cause where I live is anaerobic
I was taught how to conquer battles without bow and arrow
I was taught how to kill birds without rubber gun I was taught how to fight war of words without bloodshed
If there are too many talented people in the world,
Then, I am extraordinary

If poetry does talk, I am sure your pen isn’t saying shit
When it comes to the pen game,
I am too busy to play father role
Cause you got me thinking crazy than a motherfucker
If you’re on a plane, then I am a snake to kill your dreams

Scripted By: Olu Bestman