While You're Yet Dreaming
No two dreams are ever equal
So count it all foolishness
When you seek only to compare
Your pot bellied friend
Whose riches you envy
Seeks the simple life you live
He wishes his stomach were trim and
slim
Like yours
You, an hustler
Wants your assurance of the next
meal
Extra naira bills for flenjo
Two bottles of Chilled star legend
A warm bosom for the cold
All that seems to be that big guy's
fancy
Two souls entwined in each other's
world
That's what you both are
Two dreams that will never really
sync
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