A coup friend’état

The rebel armies drew in stronger military

A London derby at the heart of England,

More like a football coup d’état

But I was chasing for your heart, my beats little

Africa was scared for a coup d’état

As Arsenal FC was chasing the league title

But I was waging a coup friend’état

African army generals were fighting for peace

Fans all over the world watched premier league

Just friends, I wanted to take it to the next level

Shocked stuck in three wars in one moment

I wept for me, Africa and the rest of the world

For our unborn generations and legendary

Days dramatically changing like coup théâtre

Playing with ball possession like Arsenal

Singing all of me, by John Legend

For a moment I won a ventricle and an artery

Unless Arsenal won this game, the title will be lost

The wars fired in flames with new weaponry

Unless we lost, we shall not die rebels

The rebels had a new strategy

With a new motto, it was fire, fire, fire

All wars with the ones in need, fighting on

Without a certain to give up

Seconds by hours I spent, to create it daily

But to you it was just a mere excitement

For being loved by someone attractive

But always goals win the match

May be I wasn’t good enough for you

I told myself as I put my arsenals down

Without reloading my ammunition

This derby determining Arsenal’s reign

As it was war and football in my veins

Army general enjoying farfetched victory

A loser, I lost my hold to your heart reins