Abuja sun is not your friend, so I was told
I crept into this city in search of gold

I was drunken for the city and couldn't keep calm
A job here and a hot chick will be my soothing balm

It is a sunburnt city with signs and wonders
I miss PortHarcourt rainfalls and thunders

The asphalt of Abuja already know my sole
From Jabi to Apo is just a short stroll

Now money has eluded me, no job not even oguaja
A city without conscience, O! Wicked Abuja

But in PortHarcourt my wage was mere pittance
No much suffering, no walking for long distance

I have knocked doors in almost every street
Today my shoe has given up under my feet

I sit on a kerb and watch as my shirt soaks
Sweat and tears flow like fountain, bracing sun's strokes

Home beckons, I can't cope with this baking weather
It has been one shut door to another

Yet my pride keeps urging me to move on
I'm fighting two wars; hunger and this unkind sun

I can no longer roll stones from base to summit
I will rise and go back home to feed on my vomit

The sun here is hot but the girls are hotter
I'm folding my plans of dating a senator's daughter

.I will fold my dreams and cv into little bundles
Abuja wasn't made for me, so many hurdles

My pride will wrap itself on the waist of my pain
"Abuja my greener pasture " never again...

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