I know of a city
Within its walls are found
The duo of hustle and pleasure
I know of a city
Where painful pleasures are administered
Where only the fittest are opportunity to survive
If all wishes were oceans
Villagers would willingly become sailors
And make lagos their final destination
Aggressively resisting any possible evacuation
What a crowded municipal to behold
Cars are soldier ants on the road
Patience is seldom exhibited by commuters
Noise pollution tops the list of unavoidables
If u reside and succeeds in lagos
That gives you the passport of the required impetus
Needed for survival anywhere in the world
Where human beings are found
I know of a city
Yea I know of a city
Where brothers relate like strangers
Where tongues and speeches unitedly varies
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