TRUE STORY OF A COUNTRY BOY
People ask me what country is. What’s country music?
Just like Eche asked me “what role would you love to play” and I just said “Robin Hood” am a country boy hood boy ghetto boy I get a little bit of it everyday. From bathing my dog (I’ve got a dog, her names sassy) to eating roasted or cooked corn with coconut am a true country boy. Hearing the siren from the ice cream man walking in the dusty streets, horn yapping in the tight streets of eko, most be the hood, surely the hood
In the country it’s more money more problems. So when on the bus just like my fellow country people, spending hours on go slows, then like scavengers comes the hawkers my fellow hustlers in different form. From the ghetto and the hoods, I feel naija breeze most be the country!
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