BY: MATTHEW ADEKUNLE ADEOYE

HEAVENLY SOUNDS FROM MY GREAT ANCESTORS SINGING IN TUNES CALLING ME ALL NIGHT AND DAYS AS IT'S SAY'S TO ME "PUSH OVER AND OVER ADEKUNLE LOOK AFTER YOUR DEEDS, EITHER YOUR HANDS IS CLEAN

TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR SELF, AS YOU PUT ON A BLACK SKIN, WILL YOUR HEART BE BLACK AS WELL OR WHITE LIKE A CLOUD, WITH THE SPIRIT OF THE GATHERING IN DIFFERENT MINDS AND THOUGHTS FROM DIFFERENT TONES AND SOUNDSTHE GATHERING CALL ME OUT, ASKING ME ABOUT MY PAST, WITH THE LOUD VOICE TO SING OUT SOON, ADEKUNLE YOUR ANCESTORS SINGING TO YOU, SINGING IT OUT AND CLEAR FOR THE PAIN I WILL FEEL TO SUCCEED

I HEARD THEM SINGING TO MY SOUL, DIFFERENT TIMES IN DIFFERENT STYLES,
FOR THE TONES MOVE FARAWAY TO MY THOUGHTS, CALLING ME MANY TIMES FROM THE SPIRIT TO THE IDEAS SAYING, DEKUNLE RIDE ON RIDE ON!! FEEL THE PAIN LESS, WORRIED THE FUTURE TO BE BRIGHT, LET IT BE YOUR SONG OF PRIDE

LETS GYRATE TO OUR FALL WE RISE LETS MAKE A SONG FOR THE BETTER DAYS APPEAR MAKE A DANCE TO THE SOUND OF BATA, BECAUSE LIFE NEVER PROMISES A GOLDEN TIME READY FOR THE BATTLE YOU CALL FOR DIE IN THE NIGHT AND RISE IN THE SUNLIGHT GYRATE TO THE GENTLE BREEZ OF YOUR DREAM LET THE WORDS END.