The roads are bad,
The streets you must not roam.
Why are you so mad?
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
The people are poor,
Its a third world dome.
Please don't be sour,
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
London, Paris or New York,
Lagos is my only home,
Please don't mock it and say I'm dumb,
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
Find yours please, no, you must,
Its the place you'll never rust
You won't be there on lease,
I promise you'll be at ease,
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
Dara Rhodes
The streets you must not roam.
Why are you so mad?
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
The people are poor,
Its a third world dome.
Please don't be sour,
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
London, Paris or New York,
Lagos is my only home,
Please don't mock it and say I'm dumb,
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
Find yours please, no, you must,
Its the place you'll never rust
You won't be there on lease,
I promise you'll be at ease,
Everyone has that city they feel most at home.
Dara Rhodes
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