Bourdillon

Some people say I must be nice to do this That my pride is foolish The life of Jesus Well that's a cry from Judas Because something has to give And I don't like excuses So allow me to tell you why I do this Ladies and gentlemen Diaspora Airlines welcomes you To Lagos State The local time is vibes o'clock For your safety and the safety of those around you Please remain seated With your seatbelt fastened Until we land I booked a flight down to Lagos I gaze on, the streets of Bourdillon Because my city's leaders are at war with us If we're not talking toll gate Then na camouflage wey we no fit rock If you commot your cane So fun o sorry boss I'm on a plane to my city And I know full well That once I land, I'm a victim We're all going through hell Some facing landlord evictions Some are parking for commissions And we're hailing prayer points, with precision I'm a privileged child An ajebo pikin I'm well positioned I have two degrees I do this out my own volition Assuming pole position Flagging out what I discover on my operation Crack it down like Ronald Reagan I'm in the tropics, Heat sweeping my skin dripping One false move, that's free slipping I'm woke in an old country and my jacket is custom Mummy gave me extra luggage Hope I make it through customs But they stop me I guess I wasn't lucky I have my hair braided So I knew they would discuss me They've found their new target I be yahoo boy wey be cultist? I'm neither of those things But in the least for their mind I'm an accomplice Your mummy your second daddy I say am for my mind As I complete, your sons allawee Because I took a flight? But softly I know that there's precedence I've finally made it To the Centre of Excellence