I betted a thousand naira
It gave me back back a ten
I'm not okay with my little,
My savings is nothing in the booth
Horse running and plate spinning
My heard drumming, my heart beating
Hoping to get some little more
Until loosing everything and everything
and you that never betted a coin
Never know why betting is evil
Neither what it takes to make waste
It easily goes through the tiny air
All you can do is but nothing
When it goes, go, and gone.
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