Why why, why why why
Say they call me boy c
Hehehe
They said I can do what I like
That it is my life
They said I can be who I wanna be
Steadily I dey push my p
And I get my questions ooo
Why do we live just to die
Why does mama have to cry
Why do we really have to come from gutter
Why some na aje butter
Why do we love just to get hurt
Why am I lost in my own thought
Why them no dey celebrate us
Why racism did dey hate us?
Why am I loosing my focus
Why them no even dey rate us
Why why why why
All these stress for life that can be taken anytime
Rest on Ajetomiwa
Till we meet again my gangster
Oshamoo