This is a song about "Pieces"

Pleading with a soul in pieces

And i need you to show me love

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

But then again.. we're just board pieces.

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

And it begins to phase him more each day

And put the pieces back together my way

But it increases and melts your mind to pieces.

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Yet we're just board peace is, no brain to hoard pieces

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus