A song made by Udehani Chinedu
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Busy hands
Busy hands earn deals and money,while clean fingers feel fangs of poverty,hunger hurts is feelings with pang of wants and needs.
While time meander through tributries of life,many while away in idlesness,they wished for fine winds,they waited for nicest seasons,they wished for good roads to the market of dreams,they think of nicest gods of gambling to favour them.
Tatatata the fingers type,cra cra cra the hands work every now and then.
Clean fingers want gold without digger,he hates the banging digg! Digg!digg!digg!sound of digging,it makes him sick with fear.
Calenda counts,time ticks,sun shines,rain rants,shadow shows,evening reveals,night nils,morning mulls,day dreams,life lives.
Work pays,idleness dies,diligence earn deals,laziness lacks,worry wanes,thinking thrills,reading drills,studies stays,walking walls wellness.stength stands.
Many worries and too much thinking never solved problems but a working active hands do solve problems.
Crying waterfall of tears cant wash bills and burdens away,tilling,typing and toiling hands do pay bills and debts.
Busy hands earn deals and money,while clean fingers feel fangs of poverty,hunger hurts is feelings with pang of wants and needs.
Loitering around villages,towns and cities wont gather enough dust to pay your bills,busy,bustling hands pay bills and offset debts.
Praying and fasting from dusk to dawn,screaming to God from morning till night,offering burnt sacrifice from sun rise to sun set wont pay bills and debt,planing,working pays bills and clear debts.
Partying,clubbing,spending more than ones income is an invitation for debts and dearths.its winds of troubles fester humming chaos that overturn life's progress and purpose.
It costs nothing to work,get busy,engage your minds,employ your hands,focus and fasten your vission with works.
Dribs and drabs,little by little,continuous drops of water,gather and garner,add,add and no minus or less minus.Birthed business and progress.
While time meander through tributries of life,many while away in idlesness,they wished for fine winds,they wait for nicest seasons,they wished for good roads to the market of dreams,they think of nicest gods of gambling to favour them.they wanted gold but hates sounds of tilling,typing and toiling and cold hand of poverty deal with them.
Praying and fasting from dusk to dawn,screaming to God from morning till night,offering burnt sacrifice from sun rise to sun set wont pay bills and debts,planing,working pays bill and clear debts.