We all want a life, that offers more than little
Yet we are not ready to pay the price, even if its little
So we continue with the slow ride in an old beatle
After the long ride we complain life is a battle.



Yes, life is a battle, every malam with his own kettle
Go to lagos, from Agege to Ikeja, pls visit Pepple
You'll see, its all man for himself, i mean real hustle
Their money though, some spend on green bottle.



It's left to you, to chose your path, show mettle
Dreams can be hard, throw in the mortar, grab the pestle
Pound till you can taste your success, like milo nestle
I'm sure, for less you and I will never settle.



©2017
Psalmuelwater

This poem is to encourage all nigerian youths, lets do something, we can't keep complaining all the time. This piece is open to criticism