LET THE GREEN IN ME SPROUT! - BY OLUSHOLA

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Yes!  let it sprout
Amidst torn and fears
Let it feed let it grow
Amidst shots of words i suffocate
My strength forever fight as a nation
Forever fighting hurdles and limitations
Yes!  lemme grow
Yes! lemme glow

Seeds of greatness i breed
Dried ocean, i've got nothing to feed
My seed no one is planting
My glory everyone frolics
New generations with faded glory
On my knees with a battered heart
OHH let d greatness in me sprout.

Olushola

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