Pot Belly Men

Pot belly men of our great Nation Ambassadors of poverty Looters of National treasures Breeding nest of corruption Masters of lies and deceit See what you have done See what you have turns our daughters into Making them slaves to vanity As they make you embrace insanity They feast on your pot belly As you call your wives at home With same lie night after night Your daughter with another pot belly man She is also feasting on his pot belly While he switch off his phone Lest his wife calls him from home Pot belly men flaunts themselves In their expensive agbada' Cruising in range rovers Looking for young girls to de flower With a trunk full of "Ghana must go" Our daughters lost in the trance of naira They give away their glory so easy Like a child munching on akara For an end reward of naira Our sons stands no chance They hardly have enough to fill their belly they till soils and drill crude oils Their sweats making their pockets swell In a bid to marry The pot belly pleasures...