Nathaniel Bassey Biography

My neighbor
She is pure and true
When she walk past the women
They quietly whisper to themselves
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Give me wine inside a clean bright glass
For I despise having to drink from brass
And if you want to dare me
Then know I have killed 200 men at least
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The world is turned upside down
Things have just taken another turn right here in town
Beautiful ladies carry themselves like small gods
While the ugly ones seem not to be carried along
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The sting of death draws near as fear
We shout and fear, the nest of death
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When by noon
the struggle
continues to loom
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