Your pot is dry,,,
So you don't wear a smile,,,
Your hungry boy na cry,,,
Daddy, daddy why?
Don't bother, your time will come...
You meet people you wish to find,,,
They tell you, sorry you are not our kind,,,
Don't bother, your time will come...
Your days are dark,,,
So you loose your waylight,,,
Your home is broke,,,
No place to spend your night,,,
Don't bother, your time will come...
You search but don't find,,,
All the years gone nothing of your dream kind,,,
Don't bother, your time will come..
Your try is failed,,,
Because the hope in your dreams run away,,,
Plenty wahala scatter the mind,,,
No time to unwind,,,
Don't bother, your time will come...
Your time is now,,,
And your face have wear a frown,,,
Don't ask why? ask how,,,
Just bother, fight for your crown...
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