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And the nation burned
We all said he was just clueless
Our respects he never earned.
Now he wields the big stick
To pounce on the vampires
But we say he is playing tricks
To steal our ravaged empires
When you give a man the raps
Do you still set him traps?
And when a man slips or trips
Do you get his wings clipped?
Let him rise
He that is down
Perhaps our crown
Shall becomes his prize
And peace our lot…
Written by: Joshua Mobi Ehud
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
am loving this,good work broth,you are such a professional.please help develope my songs lyrics.how do we go about it
Do you have the lyrics already?