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blame my design

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Henry Edet, a Nigerian creative writer, dabbles in the dark arts of crime fiction, hip hop and rap. He believes the power of the pen far outweighs that of the sword.

October 20, 20261 min read8 views
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Listen when I'm talkin to you You real lucky if you Were born with a silver spoon 'Cause where I'm from we got nobody to Even feed you your own shit They'd rather take your dreams, break it in two You drivin, they hit the brakes for you They make a U-turn on the highway Tellin you it ain't the right way Or write a U-umlaut the wrong way Now look what they made you into A beast in the wild, a creature at night Abyss like I'm cuttin the lights I'm the Creator's design I'm the Devil's delight I'm a demon at heart They say I'm an angel, they lie I'm a tool from hell A fire-branded cold device Heart of a fighter, she tryna tame me Searchin for changes, sorry, it's the same me These niggas barely my clones, they ain't me Apples and oranges, I do shit differently Got a lotta respect for the enemy Solitude helps to recycle the energy I spot a lie, sippin white on the balcony She ask for all of me Told her I can't give her that It's been so long I been whole I'm all fragments and parts I'm all fragile like glass I got walls 'round my heart I got a door without a handle And I put a big, mighty lock in Don't bother knockin I got my headphones on Music so loud like a Travis show Somebody go put Fein on This shit bout to get, ugh Who put the heat on This shit bout to get ugly My killas bisexual They ready to fuck anybody And don't nobody Blame me, hell no Blame my design

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Henry Edet, a Nigerian creative writer, dabbles in the dark arts of crime fiction, hip hop and rap. He believes the power of the pen far outweighs that of the sword.

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