Please come and save me, I am in hell
Butchered in ways worst than I can tell
I know you are deep inside your shell..
When you come out, by end of next year
All Nigerians in South Africans are dead
But let me share my bloods, tears and fear.
First; South Africans are cruel foolish fool
Let me ask; am I sorry calling them a fool?
Not at all, even for VISA, I’ll repeat it too…
It is inhuman, how many of Nigerian bloods
Will you spill on our African soil gushing in flood
Aren’t we one? It is painful, it is very absurd
For my flaws, there is a law to straight the bend
You call me an enemy while I take you as a friend
And as expected, you give me the worst of painful end.