When I wake up every morning I think of my fatherland.
A land blessed with milk and honey, that's my fatherland.
A land with a great...
Our pilots are here again.
They have come crossing the bar.
This time we can't even talk again.
Our political rights now put us behind the bar.
Tiny thread of a romp
To a very remote time
When ups are for squirrels
Downs for reptiles
Little flashback to green
Sweet hood and of life
In the neighborhood
E don tey wey e start
The question wey them English ask us
'Na why we people poor even with our riches
The blessing wey baba...
Ever heard of rising falling?
Experienced rise and fall?
Is it not a choice?
Maybe a shot
Banker jailed for posting
Student expelled for posting
Sowore jailed for posting
Dying is not an option
To the policy that is a police
Arresting the poor into merciless poverty
Those without ink
Are dying in pain
The 'how?' and 'why?'...
Cessation of life,
Whom you cease becomes inert
And dust returns to dust.
After God comes your power on earth
Not even Mr. Life withstands you.
History was supposed to be our teacher
but he has been turned into a student of scorn.
And humanity waxs strong in keeping gory archives;
Once upon a time,
In a green country without a green hope,
All hope seems lost as her wish wing desire to fly to Europe,
Let's discuss this cause
of parental hatred that
dismantles these mantles
of love from a child like hay thread.
It's not good to spare the rod,
but when we...
I don't know if this is a story
Or a lamentation of depression
But which ever it is,
Just sip on your coffee and listen.
Would I call...
Clothed in thick muscles, you are called man.
You horrid beast of cowardice
You parade the piers like Mother Theresa,
Lie no more Jezebel,
Why hide your entity...
They say sing. Sing!
For we are the leaders of tomorrow.
Today I sing, I sing the hidden meaning
in our facade.
Our summer and winter.
Arise oh compatriots.
On the map of the world, where do you see us?
Do you even see us?
We are a small big people...
An elephant that never pulls...
I am the voice to the oppressed;
With thorn trousers and tattered shirts,
I am the street boys who's sleeps under bridges
Where death is a cheapest...
Blessed be Nigeria our country
Just yesterday while passing through the highways of Allen avenue
In the similitudes of the calmed road
I wanted to inquire about...
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