He called me an ordinary boy
'Cos I don't fly with wings
Nor spit fire like SANGO
Nor can I tell the future like the prophets
You call me an ordinary man.
'Cos I do not descend from Bolt
Nor do I share Messi-Naldo's blood line
Nor do I thrill like Jackson
They call me an ordinary man
'Cos I couldn't bathe in the same water as Obama
Nor the will of Idiagbon
Or the heart of the lady of Calcutta
She pulled my nose calling me an ordinary man
'Cos I could not change my leg-Benz to a Mercedes-Benz
Nor fly like the kite
Nor neither do I live on the sea with the fishes
Well! Your eyes sees an ordinary man
We all see dark sky.
But few can feel the rain.
I am ordinary man with an extra -ordinary abilities
'Cos God lives in me.
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