For my autograph is all about your sweet memories,
And i will always think about you.
Automation!
And of the phobia of things to think about;
And from one autonomous state of a culture,
For i am from Awash in Ethiopia and my love will touch you!
Oh Raymond,
You are like my autograph and the banter of my friends;
For my autograph is all about your sweet memories.
But like the four spirits of the heavens,Wrapped with a turban is what you should look for.
He’s gone and he left me in the cold without a word.Oh Joseph! Why have you left me so soon in the cold?For i cared for you and i do have my hope in you,And your absence is like a shock to me.
But the measuring line is what i have to watch always,And there is time for everything always in this life.
For life is like your lips on your lover at times.Egemonu,You’ve had many years to stay at home;And i do know that life is moving on well with you as well,But try to look back one day to think about your days in Ghana.
So let us find each other tonight at the Long Island,For i am Nettleford and i want to tap your sweet honey.
Do call him ‘Uchebulem’,For i am the Seer next door;And he is going to be the man of the people.
