Lagos, where dawn
begins before the cock crows
Horns and voices rise as the lagoon flows
Dreams chase kobo through bustling streets
Ambition and sweat in every heartbeat
A restless rhythm the whole city knows.
Lagos, the danfo shouts
fill the air
Oshodi to Ojuelegba, hustlers everywhere
From sunrise till night, the markets roar
Each vendor’s cry is a hope for more
Survival and passion weave a daring flair.
Lagos, her bridges
stretch wide and long
Third Mainland hums with a hustler’s song
Island towers and mainland pain
Every drop of sweat is someone’s gain
Her spirit unbroken, unyielding, strong.
Lagos,
the city that never finds rest
Her people keep pushing, giving their best
Night becomes day, day turns to night
Still the hustle burns fierce and bright
In Lagos, the sleepless heart beats blessed.
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