Shey Una be giant true true

Just tired
Everything seems endless,
nothing to rely on.
Nothing seems to go the way we needed it to be.

Every day is just a dilemma,
we were told to hope,
but how long will it last?
We were reassured,
but how long our will can go.

This generation source their meal
from the blame they placed on their forefathers.
They don’t know what ahead of them
what a pity.

We were pawns:
both citizens, human for those in power.
Our country keep failing us,
opportunities meant to be given to us for free
are traded like barter.

We don’t voice out no more:
suppressed,
oppressed.

We don’t capitalize the treasure bestowed upon us
instead become a fool for the white to use as their game,
but they call it fun.

We became victims without knowing
(but did I say without?
We know
but no one is ready to raise,
to create a will for the next generation).

Is it until it become too late,
before we talk?

Our youth are becoming useless:
the less privileged get the less chance,
and those who got this privilege
on a platter of gold,
don't appreciate this value.

We need to stand together
you all are seeing it
but not saying anything.
We ain’t moving forward at all,
we ain’t putting us first.

Shouldn’t our currency be more valued than others?
And we dey call ourself giant
shey una be giant true true.

We have sold our pride
for a worth that won’t make any difference
in our life.

My heart keeps crying
when I see things that ruin us,
when I see this current generations
ruining their great future.

We capitalize unnecessary things
if this keep going on,
this generation will totally lose hope.

I am tired
if you are not.

The adult say:
why do these gen z get depressed at this age?
When they were our age
they weren’t thinking of those things.
But have they asked
what brings the depression?
What makes them act the way they do now?
We ain’t robots
we can’t be the full perfection
of their expectations
or perspective.
Only God can help us right?
Since no one wants to be the hero
who even has the courage
to be like them
when our forefathers were brave,
were the giant.
Just help this young generation and the upcoming
not knowing what we go through.
This era is unhealthy for us
and it’s killing us.
I ain’t seeing any future for us
only few of the millions
are making a difference
and are proud of showing who they are.

SEDUCTIVE SHACKLES

The allure of material wealth, a heartless design
A key to unlock mysteries, yet a path to decline
It brings fleeting joy, crushing downfall, or madness
Luring you to your demise or leaving you in a daze

Mankind crafted money but soon became its slave
Enslaved by greed, an insatiable, ruthless crave
Now, a means of survival, where status is defined
You're either predator or prey, forever aligned

Mankind elevated money to a god, prioritizing wealth
Over life itself, sacrificing humour, and wholesome health
They accepted a demon-built world, not of destruction
But chaos, where love's lost its affection

Beware, people, be cautious and wise
Money is death, the grim reaper's investment
Happily awaiting its next victim, with patience and guile
Money indulges in mysterious things, a double-edged trial

Yet, it can be a source of blessings, a divine design
But only when humans know how to use it with wisdom and restraint in mind
Does it end well, or does wicked nature prevail?
The choice is ours, as we navigate life's fragile sail

Money is just a transaction, a human-made refrain
Money, money, money, our daily haunting strain
Without it, we can't acquire all we desire
A constant reminder of our deepest, most profound fire.