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VAIN - Chris n John
Nwanyi na-akwa akwa,
I na-akwa akwa na okuko
yiri akwa
n'elu akwa I kwara akwa
di n'elu akwa?
You are lost in this refrain
Like the tugging of the air
The grasping of the breeze and
the illusion of vision.
You aim for height but
you are cut to base
Like the prodigal
You undermined your flesh
You ate your eggs
before they hatched.
You work your butt off
Place a toll on your kin
just because you are king
Now your flag is down
Your strength has waned
Who will sing your praise?
I will do this song for you
I will rent the air
with your refrain
with the sheet of ego
I will dress your bed.
Bring in your hen
to lay you an egg.
But your egg is rotten
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