I lie on my bed idle
Thinking of things i cant handle
My life now is in a tangle
But my mind remains subtle
I am on the verge of exiting Nigeria's south-east
To seek opulence in the middle-east
Bringing an end to this poverty beast
Lord let Asia be my yeast
I believe i can handle this pressure
I can see it in my composure
I will forsake all pleasures
Embracing only business gestures
To be the best is my number one desire
Love is the least of what i require
Because love cannot build me an empire
Only hard-work can lead me to my messiah
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