We Dey Ground

Even the slightest jokes hurt the hardest

'cause in these times, a smile is much more expensive

We're walking on ten toes, but our jaws are the hardest

Burying every battle we almost won

I know change may start with the person in the mirror

But the mirror shapeshifts and turns its back on us

How do we know our next destination?

Hell is deep down, but our brains are already hot

I lost a pesewa in my dream, and that's a nightmare; I can tell

Trotros and other public transports are more appealing than porsches

Fuel prices are inflating; I hope dinosaurs are not returning

I swear, I tossed a coin into the sky and I still can't find it

Don't try to advise yourselves; you are too young for responsibilities, I tell you

We dey ground like seeds, but what do we yield? Nothing

We speak of progress, masa it died with Nkrumah

Loud mouths, so we're deaf already

Here I Am