She dropped her amused jaw
For her tiny pocket was raw,
Ajani is to be a doctor
Though his dad is but a conductor,
This is what words can do,
Yes it is possible
Mama lost the battle against a warrior
Riches, a household terror
Her immune tainted by depression,
Oh no, money brought her oppression.
I tell this sweet but real words,
Yes It is possible.
Akanji is but a surgeon
He dreams to rule the dungeon,
His credentials says no,but his potentials says fight,
Akanji needs a pat to tell him he is right.
Pls help me inform akanji
That yes, it is possible.
Ajiun lost his future
To our double-faced culture,
He traded pretty literature
For his father’s voice, furniture.
I’ll tell this to Ajiun
That yes it is still possible.
Yes it is possible,
The voice of our heart is audible,
Its our eyes, setting us through the right lane,
Let not your vision die in the lousy rain.
If you but give up today,
You might warmly receive delay.
Yes it is possible
Our heart’s voice is audible.
