BEFORE THE KETTLE CALLS THE POT BLACK –BY NIKKO TANUI

So baby you think I am the problem

You make it appear as if it’s my emblem

But have you ever looked at your own actions

You’re to blame too for some of these frictions.

Before the kettle calls the pot black

Before you stab me in the back

Take time to look at yourself

You don’t even need the book on the shelf

To tell you that you’re no angel either

I’m just saying as it is, don’t be bitter.

Got my own shortcomings

Which rival your foul mood most of the mornings

But bickering wouldn’t takes us anywhere

Our new resolutions

Should be to find solutions.