Slumpdogs of Lagos

In Lagos' slums, where life is rough,

The air is thick, and times are tough.

My eyes can hardly see through the smog,

But I won't give up, I'm not a slog.

Rooftops rusted, walls all broken,

It's not a sight that leaves you unshaken.

The horns are blaring, the noise is loud,

But I'll rise above it, and make my momma proud.

I hear a child crying out in need,

It's a sound that fills my heart with grief.

Water's dirty, it's not fit to drink,

But I'll keep pushing, I won't sink.

The smell of decay is everywhere,

It's a stench that never seems to clear.

Grime sticks to my skin like glue,

But I'll rise above it, I've got things to do.

But then, a candle flickers in the night,

And I see stars shining, oh what a sight.

A drumbeat ignites my soul with fire,

And I taste spices that take me higher.

Incense fills the air, it smells so sweet,

And a friendly touch, a smile so neat.

In Lagos' slums, it's hard to survive,

But with my senses alive, I'll thrive.

I'll never give up, I'll never back down,

And with my intelligence, I'll wear my crown.

For in the slums of Lagos, the human spirit thrives,

And through hard work and determination, we'll reach new heights.