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Oyingbo

Oyingbo, our dear environ,
Full of buildings made of wood,
Joined together to form a shelter,
For hustler who work with swagger.

Our nights are slept with one eye,
In fear of burning fire,
That destroy our houses,
Till it's out, we have no choice.

Dreaming, we dare not witness,
Whether sweet or bitter,
We can not specify,
So as to secure our earned right.

Street is full of big brothers,
Who rob civilians with guns nd cutlass.
They tend to beg after being caught,
In the name of un employment.

Lagos, my beloved state,
Always happy to hear d phrase.
"Born and bread in Lagos",
Like it's a 1credit course.

Clubs, bars, beach we do attend,
To relieve stress at weekend,
With our family, friends and knights,
Most especially on Friday nights.

Lagos carnival, you'll not dare to miss,
With stars playing on cheese.
The music we do rock,
Like it's an exam mock.

Ten -15yrs they become rascals.
Our girls, who wanna be bizgirls,
They abort and later go into comma.
Even if it's just a lumpy trauma.
 
- Acetyl

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