Every time I pass Idumota
I love the dangling bridges above the gutters
That reveal dirty roof and rafters
Of humans, all in the street of Ojota
As I pass the bridge of Idumota
I appreciate the divide between the island and Ijora
That mixes emotions in restive Ojuelegba
How the rich makes Lagos a dump of triumph
As I walk the streets of Ajegunle
I feel the pains of Ibikunle
The excesses of Papa Kunle
Impregnating the sister of Kehinde
Is this population not tiring for you Shola?
Why encourage your sister Bola?
To populate the over populated Ijora!
You can imagine what crosses my mind, when am in Ojota!
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