We tend to believethat we only celebrate those who liveSaying the past is long goneAnd should be mentioned by none

So the people of historyare mere lovers of storyHolding Holding to the pastIn a world moving fast

So I walk through lifeKnowing little about the strifeOf those before meAnd how I came to be

It's the past long goneFForgotten and perished to the boneStory for the godsAnd not we living lords

Where're you from Oh boy?Lagos! I said to Mr. RoyNo one comes from that placeExcept he's of no race

SSo, I sat there in a lumpquerying my memory dumpWhere database of my historyshould abound404 error not found

So son of DanijuYou're lost in IjuThe The forest of lifeSo full of strife

You know not where you've comeSo when you get to the city of RomeYou behave like the people of RomeForgetting from whence you roam

Oh Grandma DanijuMama Mama to da juTell me about meHow did I come to be?

Roy has put me to shameBefore him, I felt lameSuch a big one was his claimIs it true I have no realm?

Did I fall down from the heavens?Or was I dropped by the ravens?Did my people mDid my people move through the land?Or came by the swing of a wand?

From the ocean of her knowledge, I drankIt raised me in rankTill I reached for the skyEven though I don't bank with Skye

Our history we must knowEEven as we move with the flowWe never forget our pathEven when things fall apart

There are those who history twistPlaying on our minds like the game of whistHalf truths lying here and therePlaying on our memories pranks unfair

So sSo search deep the archivesOr even peep through the bee hivesYou need to know who you areAnd your journey thus far

But to you, I make a pleaA warning if you so seeThe past hurtsHisHistory is a pain of some sort

It reeks of conflictsThat creates between people risBut the essence is asking how and why?And not for you to cry

In the end, when you knowYou'd see what it's like to growBut But remember the big pictureWe're all one for sure!

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