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(Credits to Owoeye Temitope and Tola Adegbite for their contributions) (Verse 1) I could make you think without a blink Force your mind to explore a thousand miles Lead you into valleys and mountains rough and hollow Swim you along the tides and currents of eccentric passion Paddle your femininity till you are moist without motion Make you lose saintly sanity without a thorough thought (Verse 2) I could be lost in the warmth of your thighs To sink you into depth of feelings with my fingers With soft touches and sweet kisses running over your fluffy hips Take you high and low till your soul whispers Blow you warm and hot, however you want Finding and caressing each spot as my fingers dive (Verse 3) I could make you scream and moan Make your face gleam and glow Take you steadily and gently as Volkswagen Bug Or run you swiftly and oddly as a Bugatti Veyron Without the brakes, not minding what the race takes Forgetting the red LEDs, turning on the green lights (...

1, Towards that rugged cross I daily crawl Sometimes with half dose of fears Sometimes with a bucket full of tears I persevere even though I am not alone With faith I climb that height of stone To see those long nails in his palms And the show of anguish in his eyes To behold that crown of thorns of his head To see that blood flowing to the ground Into his flesh those sharp irons went He shouted and screamed for the pains he felt At Calvary, there he bore all the pain There he washed all my sins away There he paid all without remains And yet he loves me more He called me a friend rather than a foe Unto that flesh wrought with intense pain I touched The body of Christ laid for my salvation Restitution made for my redemption And all he asked is, I believe in faith through his grace 2. Towards that altar where my life was purchased I walk out of that dirty spot; away from those evil slots To where he took my heavy cross of sins At Go...

Tribute to Nigerians Who lived to fight But died at bullets sight For justice, for equity For change, for betterment Tribute to Nigerians Whose smiles suffer them And their cries are never heard Who suffers for daily bread While deep inside, they bleed Tribute to Nigerians Who wake up early to sleep late Hawking for bread, hustling in stress Working, but worked out Striving, but starved to death Tribute to Nigerians Who did not place religion above man But place man above religion Who are their brother’s keeper Who honours the difference in others Tribute to Nigerians Whose friends betrayed and colleagues dismayed In prisons and cell blocks for no offense Praying yet; yet prayed for their foes Men of valour, buried without honour Tribute to Nigerians Who saw political fraudsters and liars And were brave enough to stand their feet Not corrupt by lies, not swayed by bribes Who in t...