Nigerians, my people, with raised arms… I hail thee
Together in struggle, we live
With so much commotion, defying solutions
But yet, we strut with glee

“Giant of Africa”, cladded in “Okrika”
Blinded by fallacy…
Brainwashed by our leaders, putting us asunder
Dividing and looting with ease

With so much potentials, redundant credentials
Complaints… “Brain Drain! Brain Drain!!”?
But who born the slacker wey no go wan scamper
With all these aches and pains?

Who mentioned “Elections”? “Ojoro” selections
Voters… At thugs’ mercy
We’re sweating to vote… They’ve chosen their mole
Our version of Democracy

Saw wonders in traffic… Lunatic; the warden
“Sane Men” obeying his waves
“Mad man” at the center, controlling the others
Only in Nigeria… see craze!

See PhD holders, governed by quack looters
You wonder… Why no head way?
For so long, we swagger… Led by “babiallah”
How e go better??, No way!

Now, who is the “maga”? I ask you my brother
With all your P-h-Ds…
You speak too much grammar,
While “drop-outs” dey scatter our pride and legacy.

From NITEL to NEPA… The “House Rep.” wahala
Corruption is all I see.
In power by bribery… exuding fool-hardy
For years, we stare… "Dundees"!!!

We must stop this stronghold; all “Otondos” must go
Make way… Number your days…
Enough is enough… Mediocre; be gone
Great Brains… It’s time to crave

Nigerians, My People, with raised arms, I hail thee
Let's break these jinxed routines
Empty amidst plenty, mocked in other countries
Haba! Wetin? Wetin??

, IT'S ABOUT TIME WE MOVE FORWARD!

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