#Rap #popular #Africa #Kenyarap #Hotmusic You came in furry, Acting in a great hurry, Snatching my Black Berry, But you didn’t know the password to the gallery, Breaking my pencil, I used to sketch my tooth grill, You thought you exposed it to a peril, But remember, you didn’t take away the skill. Away you threw my pen through the balcony, As I wrote the currently cunning phenomenon, And exploded like a dragged dragon, But the skill still remain, As if in contented, unsatisfied and selfish, Took away my smartly scripted verse in English, Did you want it in Spanish? Or you wanted to have the skill in a perish? Yeah, yes,you took and destroyed my tools, Threw them into deep pools, And burst boasting in the canopies, As I was left crying like orphaned puppies, Sighing to the hopeless skies, But I can script and write still, For you harmed not my skill.