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Streets Of Lagos

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*Streets Of Lagos*

Lagos! eko ilu to ladun to loyin
(land of milk and honey)
Blessed by the gods for extraordinary success
A refuge of prosperity to wretched victims of economic meltdown
And a mountain of peace to troubled tourists of western socio-cultural ambiguity
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Ajegunle, our mothers' refineries of character , have made us to understand your rocky texture
Ikoyi Island have given us a dream to dream and a target to meet with the sweats of our forehead as transport means.
Forcing our bellies closed with the imposed Bolé for strength sake
Hoping to dreadfully devour KFC chicken on the streets of Victoria island someday
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Golds, diamonds and other emeralds are carelessly littered on the streets
Begging for attention to shine so bright and be attracted by nations
So many gems metamorphosed to Pandora's box
Just because they weren't converted to jewelries on time
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There's an angel and a devil walking down the streets of Lagos
Making parody of the weak and giving crowns to the meek
Just a little discipline and hard work, then you'll become an emperor in lasgidi
Lagos is and isn't a monster, only determination will unveil each part to you
Lagos is a Unicorn, Toba bere, wari eko!

© Achi Gp Nuel

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