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My name is Jude Umoren and I’m not a bad person
My recent strange behaviors results from past lessons

Don’t judge my life by the chapter you walked in on
Because I’ve good and bad days just like everyone

I pretend I’m a good singer and also wish I could dance
I don’t hold grudges because I’ve got my future in my hands

I hate complications so I try making my life simple
I’m an introvert and extrovert, it differs with people

The only open relationship I have is between me and my bed
I’m a victim to depression that without grace, I’d be dead

I fall in love faster than you’d fall into a swimming pool
I’m too sensitive and just like most people, I hate school

Sometimes I walk into a room and wonder why I even came in
I can do bad things too but my excuse is home training

I’ve lost so many friends because of my honest opinions
I know they’ll come back once I start making my millions

And if after all these you don’t still like me, Jude
Then the problem isn’t me, it’s you. That’s a likelihood

Comments

  1. Robert afangide31 May 2019 at 12:45

    This is awesome
    I love the piece
    This is your talent; work on it

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  2. favour31 May 2019 at 23:22

    You always hit the soul man.
    Keep up with the good work ♥️♥️♥️

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  3. Bonyvic18 November 2019 at 12:10

    Just seeing this... was smiling while reading tru.. :)

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  4. Unknown6 February 2020 at 23:35

    This is the reason why I love you. This is a wonderful work

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  5. Unknown20 June 2020 at 03:18

    Ur amazing , more inspiration

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  6. Unknown21 June 2020 at 13:11

    Nice writing 😍 Jude

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  7. Unknown10 August 2020 at 13:50

    THE WORK PLAY IS DOPE
    THIS WOULD MAKE REALLY GOOD PUNCH LINES IF IT WERE IN A RAP SONG

    ReplyDelete
  8. Unknown10 August 2020 at 13:55

    And you are also not a bad person at all

    ReplyDelete

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