Men only see the truth in their very greedA transparent hollow with a misguided grinSo wide-apart that it cannot be filled. A fair one cry or a cry of the thousandsThe wave of justice seems far-awayFor it deserts Men in their most needIts not always sudden and swiftBut it’s sure to come at the ugliest hourThis is the hateful truth even Eris herself concedes

Show me a Man so perfect And let watch the moon unravel a thousand truths

Oh, how comely its clothed vices Best performing spin-doctors leads and devices With devious fables slicing golden knights Deafening all golden pleas for betterment with golden coinsWhere the highest payers echoes sevenfold the others

I am really no different Because I mince out dialects foreign to your old gods And stood a thousand bloodline away from your foresI am really no different

The past is pastThe future is all that mattersBut sometimes we lie deep in the past that we forget we can’t alter its storyAnd sometimes we surge far ahead that we forget we don’t have tomorrow in our palms

Oh, you can’t look back, it’s not kinderI say not not fall, but always rise againThe stairs of life isn’t cheesy and plum

Politics as we hear them sayA stately game where everyone is a winnerAnd everyone is a loserWin today, lose tomorrowNavigating every façade bloody test

This Okedare isle bears truthful mythsOf the sacred mountain many only wonderThe juju mountain of jebba, so famed the town’s terrorWhere few returns if ever threads

In this harsh drive of lifeMany became meanMany became coldMany became vileOnly if they knew how happy life could’ve beenIf they’d thread back whence they came