Hey Nigeria
How your doing
Why you wilding out?
President isn't talking
So rumours flying out
It's kinda sad
I swear we could be better
Don't be offended by what you hear that I've written up in this letter
Not enough kings but we got us some Coretta's
Maya Angelou, Oprah's and even better
You men harassing
Raping and hating women
Men I wish you death forever
Men I wish you death forever
(Yeah)
I'd say it twice if that would pay the price
Greed white Greed
Ferragamo that just makes it nice
It's appalling
The structure of pay
You leaders really need that much money to get through your day?
OK
Bobbi Boucher
I wish my girl good luck if she catches bouquet
Better catch this bukkake no be leather
Cos that be better
See how I put these words together
Hey ma, your son of clever
And you'll be good soon
Son the soil
Got me some American spoil
My skill is real
I dreamed a dream like I was Susan Boyle
That my country would change
And things would stop being strange
But these speakers are speaking nonsense
Mehn these men deranged
Hey Lagos state, how about you invest in building parking lots
Fight the congestion and not make Lagos state a parking lot
(That's all I'm saying tho)
The world turns
A man dies and a babies born
I heard that line from 50
And it became inborn
Accepting life, the pain and all the pleasures
But this rap thing my nigga is my truest of treasures
I hope you feel like I feel it when you hear it too
I cry out through my raps to say I'm hearing you
Hopefully
One day we all unite
Let go all the fuss and fight
And maybe things will be alright
Tribal religious diversities our adversities
I refuse that shit to bring out the worst in me
Peace and love men