Dust for my foot, blood for my pen,
Voice of the street dey rise again.
No chorus, no lie, just coded pain,
Successful speak, spirits feel am like rain.
Gutter gods dey nod, silence break,
This sound na ritual — no be fake.
Play am loud, let the temple shake
STREET don land. No soul go escape.
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