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Listen Prodigal Son

[Doluh]
Form ya kukua ma mboch ni shortlived, bado anatafuta the right stammerer Wasikutishe na manyoka,, most high ndio alumba kina omieri
Kaa Joseph, wanaplan kukuuza juu we ni threat, lakini bibi ya Potifah alishakunoki
In no time waambie utakua incharge of food juu Thy Father  is in heaven
Unajuaa,,, tuna serve a living God,
Tuna serve a winning God
Ye kushindwa ni term haiko kwa dictionary yake
Unamchorea juu sikuizi umeitwa msanii
Unasahau, ye hu art in heaven
Unamkimbia juu umeshinda ma gold medal hadi zile chinku za Beijing
Ye anakushow tuliza Brejrin
Juu ni ye anatibu running nose
Alikuumba, anaitwa Mungu Muumba
Huezi kataa vako zake juu siku hizi unaishi kwa nyumba,
Kumbuka enzi ulikua unashinda kwa streets, family wamekutoroka
Mbona usahau haraka hadi ukiona street family we una foka?
Alituma Messiah akuje adedi juu yetu
Akajaribu ku humble Messi wakicheza na Iceland
Lakini bado alitumia Messi kushow ati ye ni all powerful kushinda Juju za Nigeria
Anasema tuki humble ata tubeba juu juu
Ame tu assure, na si ngoma ya Davido, ati kama ma word smith hatutawai mumble tuki address a crowds mammoth
Ulilia signs through Malema
My Papa akatuma zote si ati ukona Malaria

Anataka you just believe in him
Juu ukikataa kumpraise si alisema atafanya ma mawe zim dancie ki bazukizo
Its high time turudi tu thy Father, juu walai tumeshinda tukipraise single motherhood sana
Ni high time turudi to the Most high, nasiongelelei peddie wa  canabis

[YoungGee Kenya]
At times sisi husin but baadae tunaomba msamaha
Hivo ndo sisi huwin
Being humble hiyo ndo mean
Bila cord raila si leader of minority
But kwa God hakuna minority
Bila God wewe si winner
Come side ya God...huku prayer ndo sword
Side ya mungu kuna uhuru tosha
Na ukibelieve in God na utie bidii white collar
job na job kwa solar mob zitakuwa same do
what you do best na eulogy yako
haitaandikiwa kwa local cyber cafe in one
page itaandikwa in the books of history na
the best writers

*YoungGee x Doluh*
*Power of the Pen*

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