I dey try package too like A BALLER; but dem strange eyes keep seeing EBOLA
As evidence no gree roll with me like A TYRE, I don too explain sotey I TIRE
Despite all the "looking so FLY ATTIRE", I barely survive like a FLAT TIRE
Rode through the JUNGLE and HIGHWAY not on a JAGUAR but on God's GRACE
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Blood drained by sin; colour liveless - omo, I was FINISHED
Christ my blood donor came to scene; to fish me out despite my FIN ISH
Tower of Babel choke me for FINLAND; yet he understood my tongues in FINISH
He always sights the slightest SEE FINISH, yet him seeing me no still gree FINISH
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God's voice came to CALL ALL but na those wey pick fit get the TRUE CALLER COLOUR
Life's PERFECT SHUN unto my SINS; he brought PERFECTION into the SCENE
When Life knack me a DIRECT SHUN; he give my WAKA a DIRECTION
My WAKA WAKA SOUL for see DEFEAT; if to sey Jesus SOLE no WAKA lead THE FEET
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From COLOUR RIOT to RAINBOW; God's coat of many COLOURS his ARC
From COLOUR FOOL to COLOURFUL; I am God's work of ART
From a BEAUTY FOOL to BEAUTIFUL; a masterpiece from God's HEART
From a GREAT FOOL to being GRATEFUL; High praise fills my Book of ACTS
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