Samurai,
Dem sey I no bi page poet,
Shey na dem do the book?
When I need to fish words,
Your muse gives the hook.
This is illegal poetry,
For you, I wil be the crook.
You are deep enough,
I need not go deeper.
Always working hard for the treasure,
permit me to call you gold digger.
Enough of the rhymes,
Please let's go back in time
when your words hit me on a GreatPath.
Then I knew you would always have an impact,
Moving from one soul to another like a transplant.
My planter and painter of Words.
Your Punchlines drives me crazy like Henry Ford.
This might sound absurd but if your personality had a price tag, I would not afford.
Happy birthday brother.
God go make you bigger.
SAMURAI, please continue to Kill us with your sWORD.
After all, dis na Illegal Poetry.
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