While You're Yet Dreaming

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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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