Now, who owns the goods?
Is it the one with tools?
Or the giver of the goods?
Funny, I changed it?
I just added some zeros
At least, zeros don’t count
So why the clamour?
Ehnn!
The money was there to take
You should have put it in a safe
Hmm! Court or caught
I just need to give shares
Isn’t that the national cake?
Give me a bite
And I will give you a pat
Sorry, I only meant to use it
Don’t worry
In folds, it will be returned
Shut up!
Just sign the contract
You legislate our pocket
We execute your spending
It is five hundred
Sell it for seven hundred
It is not a profit of red
Just a means to make ends
Take this loan
But bring it with interest
We care for you
Our number one pocket enricher
It is our father’s money
So each share we loot
Is part of the bee’s sting
Let enjoy the sweetness
We are your friends
And bail is free
But death is twenty naira away
So to all this I say
Welcome to the Crime World.
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