I would like to think
That I was there
In the very beginning
Without me
There wouldn’t be
No nigerians for you
to know
in the formless chaos
I would be doing our bidding
Extrapolating problems
From the one and only zero
Oh ho
Remember me
I’m pimping the background of
Sorrow
Yeah that’s me
From a million miles of space
Is where you’ll find me
Singing
Yoruba songs of navigation
For you to sing and play
and follow
all time I’ll stretch and bend
and mend for you at a single sitting
I’ll measure you up and down
just like a black voguea model
Oh ho
Remember me
I’m pimping the background of
Sorrow
Yeah that’s me
From a million miles of space
Is where you’ll find me
Singing
The songs we sing today
We’ll pimp tomorrow
We’ll just smile and say
We’re pimps of sorrow
