Enoch Owusu Gyamfi

Knowledge in our head he impacts,
Restlessly preparing me and you a better future,
And pounding into our minds senses from which we never depart,
God bless the teacher.
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At this party of everybody in this sphere room
Which have only one way in and one way out
Standin' is a table for each person
Served with two different diets one at each side.
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Days like this we all made mistakes,
Walked with our eyes left behind,
We made corrections and paid what it takes,
In days like this I wish to rewrite my history.
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They walk in the mask of saints,
So innocent with hearts full of evil,
Their looks are polished with false paints,
Designed by the devil.
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Why? Why me? Why me?
Lord Why? Why this? Why me?
He cry and cry and ask why?
How me? Why me? Lord why? .
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I'm Innocent but living in hell,
Joy and happiness roaming in the streets,
But sad spending my restless days in cell,
Innocent, why chained at hand and feet.
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How can there be a distance count
As fears of past failure have tied our feet in a not
Like the blind man and time
He deary buy one for a dime.
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Your pot is dry,,,
So you don't wear a smile,,,
Your hungry boy na cry,,,
Daddy, daddy why?
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They make brothers feel good,
Anytime a kind step in the hood,
From their hearts, springing is love, pure and deep,
True homies never make us weep.
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Heaven, the city made to last forever, a kind never,
Far above, where hearts aspires to dwell.
Heaven no night there,
The King's glory make every path clear.
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This song is new and old,
Every heart sings with the soul,
This song wear faces smiles,
Welcome, baby welcome, baby welcome,
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When trials and tribulations tighten them bolt and nuts, don't worry,
When all your efforts values naught,
And leave the mind packed up with sick thoughts, don't worry,
Don't worry because there is tomorrow.
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My loved peers who pass on all these years,
Brought me all these tears,
Memories of chill parties and sad nights,
But when we turn, pictures hanging on the wall we sight.
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In this gray walls that stone bricks,
l sit counting my dark days,
Reaping bitterly seeds I sowed,
Very sorry for my wicked ways.
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