The Ink. The Voice
Lyrics
See I
Bless them with the face
Bless them with the pretty mind too
I may look like her but we're not the same, mind you
All the things I'm saying are spinning your mind, mine too
Call it mental gymnastics or better call it 'mind fu'
You can find your mind when you let the word find you
I'm a lawyer, poet but I sound like an MC
I'm from Lagos, Nigeria, West Africa, Africa
But I'm not of this world
I have it under my feet
I'm a walking oxymoron, some call me complex
'Cos I'll spit hard bars in a soft blue dress
"Is she a poet or a rapper sef?"
I don't stress 'long as I speak the words that'll make folks blessed
My words may enlighten, excite or maybe frighten you
But my job is done if I can help you see
I'm here in answer to a call that i picked up by choice
So please, lend me your ears
I am THE INK
I am THE VOICE
Ms Eva Johnson
Writer(s): Oyindamola Johnson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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