M.V.P. 🏆

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Oh Father who art in heaven,
Does that mean artists draw inspirations from you?
Our palette holds too many strokes of burden,
Yet, your guidance helps us find the perfect hue
Aren't we Young Sheldons?
Answering to many pep talks about our city's blues
Mostly, it's difficult to tell what the Lord's serving,
Yet, I know his grapes are one of the things he brews

                                   II

 In the desert with my ears to the ground,
I heard better days are coming with full speed
My joy knows no bound,
Has me moving my arms and legs like Bruce Lee
Heavy lies the head that wears the crown
No wonder this true vine got thorns but fruits juicy
Peacefully sticking to my guns for another round,
My arms are ready to fire bloody shots like an Uzi

                                 III

 Pharisees with chalices,
Filled with fallacies
Think their analysis
Mixed with malices
Can put me on dialysis
C'mon bro, I got high spirits, sis!
'Ahene pa nkasa' materialising in palaces,
By now, you should know whom my stylist is

                                IV

 In Bristol, brushing things off with my bristles
I spit clean lines from my whistle
Several stigma about my style nears nowhere my pistil
Self defence got me fired up like John's pistol
Coming from a country whose source of protein is leather
I am constantly chasing the bag anytime of the weather
Call me a pizza man aiming for the top like cheddar,
I am intentionally fighting internationally for my feather

                               V

 I come from a world where we stay wake
Over the dead
Then instead —
Fall asleep whiles watching those awake
What's my take,
On the destruction of our soil bed
Well, silence is golden so I heard —
Therefore, I can't be undermined lest my life be at stake

                               VI

 A driver needs no indicator to show his next move
That's why most often you might see me aloof,
Pretending not to be moved
By these heap of false truths
I'm just a Muslim who doesn't deal with swines,
Only here to bring home the bacon
Read between the lines,
Then you'd know my God wasn't mistaken
Also born a breadwinner by design,
I'm eager for the dough to start baking
Sticks and stones won't break my spine
Single with my salary, I will never be shaken! 
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BeYunus🐳
MARCH 2025

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