Nigeria is so messed up
Her children so stressed up
They're boxed up
But, I'm ain't locked up

She was a sea shell
The whites could really tell
A fine citadel
With all the mineral lying parallel

They resources to sell
Wey we get to excel
But in a nut shell
Bad governance is our own spell

Now It's a damn hell
The rulers na bumb bell
A land of many bomb shell
The "heat" go make you compel

Some say na rebel
Others' say na one cartel
I dey my own cell
And no be everything I go really tell

Men no fit flex
Girls doing rough necks
No pay checks
Amidst all the long texts

Listen, we're in a mess
Like a mad dress
Con dey loose respects
Among all the congress

Nothing wey dey make sense
Yet, we're really dense
And when out of the "fence"
We're the future tense

School no dey make sense
Graduate on your own expense
Reading too much of non-sense
Wey no fit solve one common sense

They would tell the press
They are following due process
Yet, no progress
And the youths are so depressed

Talk of the great experiments
Human minds has ever meant
One of the best on the tent
Yet, the rulers took us for a rent!


This is Nigeria at 61 of our time.
Upon these fleeting sands of mortal time!!

Written and clearly Edited by
The Lyrical professional rapper & Music guru
John Destiny.


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