If you walked past Orile by Sundown
Just where the confluence flings to Cameroon
You see southern women burn yellow plantains brown
and northern oceans float wrecked ships and pontoons,
You will notice as Doyin eyes himself adjacent ,
telling tales of angry wankers but wth heart & spirit,
burning down the law in their element,
squashing their tongues through their own teeth;
If you drove by Lekki at Sunrise
You will smell the destructive power of fire;
listen to how righteousness wails and justice decries
a sequence of events so dire,
Open your eyes and look around,
Look at tears falling in rewind
A land where faces stay frowned,
A hopeless place to grind
Pain without end;
And the Lord God will speak upon Zerubabbel saying..
In your loud and fearless voices,
You will circle the perimeter of your own conviction
Amisdt your pain and poor life choices,
you will mould a future of your own conscription;
You shall turn mad to call it fanfare
If you dare to suck a thumb, If you dare to imprint a screen
While Young Warriors engage projectile warfare
To break a bad spine, to pull a rotten spleen;
That glorious day of violence shall come through,
Shall I fuck up a rectum, bust a septum?
Big balls they had to confuse you though
To manipulate your comfort spectrum;
In this Lagos, we arrange, assemble, avenge!
And all Consequences must be televised
As long as status quo remains unchanged,
this revolution will be demonised