See What Paapa De Poet Has To Say About 'HOPE'

Our hopes like water in a basket

Like pilgrim, we end up in a casket

Not even a nickle found in the pocket

Embracing winter,without a jacket

The pot empty, no pudding

Traitors always kept mocking

Society remain treachering

Start up capital,kept us starving

A youth perceiving a hit

Only to know, he cant afford a beat.

Condemnation made him cry

Hopes dropped like French fries

Hope to make that best grade

Financial constraints, pin her to sex trade

Pregnancy, made her a house maid

 Lost hope. He can’t cope Bills getting high,

Divorce making his eyes come alive

Suicide became his drive

But still holding on till he dies

You can’t afford a price tag in the mall

Yearning for latest tech makes you dull

Second cloths you wear to every ball

Lost hope is a mental disease

Never made us feel at ease

But swimming in Satan’s bait

Denying us life living beyond billgate.

Hope is in you It is life.

Take her us wife Don't deny her with knife

And Just keep smiling to the tide.

LOST HOPE. Paapa Esuman Says So!!

Credit: Paapa De Poet