But i am the food to the hungry always.
To my roots,
The evil will surely bow down before the righteous;
For i will share my love with you alone.
Oh Okyere, you need eight ounces of silver on my love;
Like Abraham and Isaac who stayed in Kiryah-Arba.
Come to me as well and,
Come and learn the muse of life;
For life itself is full of highways at times.
For where no oxen are the crib is clean.A faithful witness will not lie but a false witness will utter lies,And one fids joy in giving a fitting answer;For a merry heart that does well is like medicine to the soul.
But let the lying mouths be put to silence,And i am here to seek peace with my love and care.
For you are all that makes me feel real again!Oh my sweet love,Your heart is now stolen away by someone else;But, i will fight hard to get you back again.
But get the old man on your side to solve most of your problems.To know is devine but to learn is better,But try to take your blues closer before you close that door.There can be miracles when you really believe,For it too legit to quit on this love;And it is very natural to belong to…
For in it you will find the teaches about self control.The vessels are fine and my muse is ready,With words from the nosological relatives around;But, i will paddle my own canoe for the sake of love.The riddle of this muse and the rhythm of the blues,The fiddle of the fields and the songs of love,Like…
Sharp to the words and lovely to her heart,And to spot the difference when taking care of her.I still have feelings for her and,Her body matters much to me when the night falls;But i need to have money on this purpose,Because it was blur yesterday when i have to live for today!Try to rebalance yourself…
