Babangida
In this mess, we called a country, the destroyers lived among
Babangida once terrorized us with Khaki, failures affect all,
Ruled as a tyrant forgetting the future, had power but looted the country,
A mere servant of a few days, served themselves, retired with stolen wealth
Hounded men to the gallows for speaking the truth,
Incensed by the arrogance of Power, impoverished helpless million
Maradona was never a name of honor to the crooks
Bowed his head in shame in Minna,
Afraid of leaving Nigeria where criminals like him are protected
Destruction has not paid off, The Nigeria you destroyed stares at you
Afraid to walk the street they never built, among the people they defrauded
men without vision, stalled a nation, forced together by guns
Obstructers became leaders through guns, greatness now mockery
Systemic failure set in motion, evil genus institutionalized corruption
In this same mess, we called a country.
Babangida, where are all your guns that ruined Nigeria?
Are you happy now, can you walk freely among those killed?
Boneheaded barrack boys took advantage of massive docility
Apprentice without brains, the cynosure of profligates, & fraudsters
Nigeria, ruined beyond recovery as malefactors are emboldened
Generalissimo of morons, bearing arms, looted the gulf proceeds
In the same mess we called a country
Detestable men and fickle fin protected by guns
Afflicted us in Nigeria till this day
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