three things make or mar a man
his desire, his belief, and his deeds
if we have poured libations together,
and you return to rob the wet sand,
it’s a message to us to dig two graves
we’ve been down this road in the past
Ilorin to Calabar to the ears of Epetedo
for this hope to stay, enough is enough
you’ve sneaked in a way to call us family
and always remind us we are not the same.
if after helping you to build a bridge,
we can’t trust the lighter in your bag,
if you use one of us against us, again,
you’d have taken away choices from us,
we won’t side with silence. we have a plan.