Jumanji

You see the stress you face when blessing's next door

You racing feels like you can't catch up

This story is talking to Kings for sure

From sermons the demons we casted are casting put deckings too

For v years men it is serious but no beef my man so my meat go rush yeah

I for go sleep, to sleep so deep is to my rags

No grind no sing is to my eyes

So far so good is to my legs you can't tell you know

I forgive you, I for give you is to the past now you see this gent is really so different, this few years be like jumanji you know.

You seem to be sane but the treasures you dey find is wild than a lion and you roar your pains but the earth no shake