9Ja Palava
One jumble
For the pains
So I no go fumble
Even amidst trouble
For this rumble of life.
My brain
Dey burst
This thinking
Don dey cause migraines
Make me won to migrate
To a place
Where I feel calculate and relate.
Even when I meditate
I no fit get the kind state
Of mind I need
I've got a turbulent mindset
This country no easy for anyone
No body to lean on, come make am over hard.
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