The Koinange And Mtwapa Whole Sellers

I won't quarrel out about the business,
Hence don't quake in your boots,
All united by flesh though divided by distance.
I once saw them on the streets: Union is strength
Better working environment was there aim don't ask how or rather why
We run to them to fulfill our thirst we glutton for punishment

A hungry leg has no ears:ask men will tell you
So do a hungry wolf is fixed to no place,
Hence either way round will meet them
Both men and boys Chuck away what they got,
And no one seems to chuck up,
Yeah quit for forbidden paid fruits are always sweeter.

Age isn't a requirement in the market,
Yeah for hunger is the best spice
Or rather hunger is a good sauce,
No hunt outs but rather hotspots,
No seduction tricks but rather cash,

Sticks can never break bones,
I won't talk of logs for no one has them,
Whether cleared or bushy only the snakes knows the taste,
All activities under one's thumb
Hence fruits eaten are those paid for,
Balls not needed in the field but rather legs,
No referees but the clock
The size and shape of the legs only answerable to the grass
But thanks for the business,
Yeah for rents , school fees are paid,
Pardon my grammar for I'm not a poetic pro,
But let's get back and listen to the voices ,
Yeah the voices of........and ........

By kechi kenyatta / expired giant

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