My blood brothers from the streets…

Anytime you see a typical street boys or girls at your area, look them directly to their eyes, take things slow, focus on yourself and shine your eyes…

Be Angry if need be, but be calm, assured, talk-less and never you react to their shouts because they will always shout, ah dem sabi shout oooh – some will come to talk to you with cunning smooth talks, i call those ones the wise ones – the talks are meant to disable you, collect infomations from you before they rip you – so talk less, maintain SILENCE and talk only on important things.

Yes, the streets are always ready to rip you off your Money and kill you in the process if need be..

Some will use a kid to disway you, all to rib you off your Money…just maintain silence and temporal eye contact

They will talk loud, they might indirectly talk to you, but do not listen, focus on yourself, maintain your composure and be ready to kill, if they dare to physically attack you first.

Our Universe will motivate you and decrease their motivation.

Its a street life, a life i live everyday…..

The streets are supersitious, they have done terrible things, so your confident makes them think otherwise, if you appear vulnerable, my Nigga, dem go rip you dry

I dey sleep for streets occasionally, so allow me to yarn you

No matter how plenty dey are, stand your ground, take things slow, focus on yourself – do wetin carry you come there and move.

If they attack you so violently, kill the attacker first, and the others will tremble – if they insult you openly, ignore and walk away, focus on yourself, focus on why you are there.

They are my brothers, my blood brothers and sisters – i study them everyday, i try to show them the right path to study Nature, so they can understand life, so they can understand me.

But all they want is Money, many of them are orphans with no parents, so they are wide as they try to live a City life at the Jungle

But i keep telliing them “Nah Food from Bush dey feed City”

“Nah food from jungle, dey feed city”

Focus on farming and you go feed City like a King

Study Nature everyday, stop hating, just Love…..

But dem hardly dey hear word, so i beat them when they attack first and drag them to Police-station

I try nah, me i be Predator for streets ooh, ever ready to fight

Ever ready to maintain my composure.

Ever ready to defend myself

Because i wan go planet Saturn

And if you block my way, Nigga you are dead.

Focus on yourself and join hands with me as we find way to meet our Creator face to face.

Now why i dey live, to met God, to met our Creator face to face.