I could decide to pick a prostitute and “sex” it away
\nI could decide to get a wrap of ganja and smoke it away…
\nOr visit a “pharmacist” to sniff it away
\nI could decide to spend all day and night in a bar drinking it away
\nAt least I know, like my friends say
\nThe bottle doesn’t betray<\/p>\n
Better still
\nWithout much delay,
\nI could go to a karaoke bar and sing it away
\nOr attend a comedy show to laugh it away
\nI could give it out as charity by smiling it away
\nOr like a bush baby who lost his mat, I could cry it away<\/p>\n
I already visited the ocean to swim it away
\nGot on black horses to ride it away
\nHung out with friends to chat it away
\nWalked dangerous alleys of thieves
\nIn the hope that it gets robbed away
\nOh dear. . .
\nThere just must be a way. . .!<\/p>\n
Maybe I need another get-away to get it away
\nOr fix my stereo and have Adele’s songs on replay
\nBut by the way,
\nTo my dismay,
\nEven making a fun trip to Santa Fe
\nWill not stop me feeling this way<\/p>\n
For I have been decieved, hurt, heartbroken and made an enemy
\nThought I had a lover who turned out to be nothing but love’s effigy
\nPlayed like puppets on strings, on a bridge and everyone’s watching
\nWhere I feel like, right before my eyes, my whole life is crumbling
\nBut like wise say, joy wouldn’t feel so good, if it wasn’t for pain
\nThat statement, surely keeps me sane.<\/p>\n
So how do I get the pain away?
\nCos by Allah’s commandment, drinking, smoking and prostitutiing is not my way
\nThe one who made me, knows how and why I ended up this way
\nIn him, the hope I have is immortal as long as I inhale and exhale
\nAnd there is no other way for me to escape all that pain entails
\nThan for me to bow down and. . .
\nPray it away. . .<\/p>\n
—<\/p>\n
“pharmacist” -In Lagos Island where I come from, we refer to drug barons as “pharmacists”. . .they deal in “drugs”. . .don’t they? lol<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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