If dem tell you say poor man no get sense
Tell dem say na lie, na yafuyafu lie!
Tell dem say me and all de poor people, we be victims
Dem fit tell you sef say na poor people cause dem own poverty
Again tell dem say na lie, na big lie, God punish dem!
Ask dem whether dem give me work and I refuse to work
Sometime sef, dem dey say poor people no differen’ from rich people
Na dem dey craze, people wey dey say such nonsense!
My frien’, you never see people wey dey fear dem own shadow?
De one wey vex me pass na de lie say gov’ment no like poverty
E no go better for dem wey dey tell such useless tori!
Who dey for gov’ment, no be all de useless politicians?
Broda, as khaki no be leather, so is poverty not Aro
But if dey like, make dem continue to lie, we know say God dey!
De God wey tell Jesus to forget the rich and walk with poor people
If na craze catch am wen he say so, make dat same craze catch me now!
Credit: Biodun Jeyifo, The Nation
bjeyifo@fas.harvard.edu