The sick insanity of a deadly perfect delusion
Whose coffee runs lead to promised hallucination
The angel for the murdered, mangled, and mutilated
I'm the lovely liason for Nigeria and lunacy
A daughter of Abuja, yet no son of sam
Though I talk in my sleep for lack of better identity
You'll never find an addiction like me
Whose footsteps bleed deep into unpattern paths
And tear drops melt far upon crimson impurities
I'm the truth about heaven and the lies about hell
I'm the deal with the devil on the day that you die
The birth of all nations yet the death of Dubai
I'm a few machetees short of a genocide
There's something the wolf about me, and you'll see it in my eyes
When shiva opens his arms, then you will know why
Do as I say, not as I do, an adventure in the lessons of a catch 22
And this metal promise, a token of love
Is all that I've lived for, sentiments from above