The Gold Coast is my home
I am convinced poverty won’t leave me alone
So I am travelling in search of precious stones
Totally ignoring the diamonds of Sierra Leone
What they said about them, when they returned
Those young energetic sluggards
From wherever it was they sojourned
They seemed to praise themselves like fallen lizards
So I decided to embark on this journey in search of wealth
Motivated by their words and the barrenness of the Ghanaian earth
In the quest to live in my dreams
I was totally asleep to reality, it seems
When dryness grips your throat
So hard that you could easily choke
Nothing can be compared to your desire for urine
On a desert littered with dead human beings
The tides are less friendly on this sea of dust
Lybia holds the wealth after which I lust
Shall I also thirst and die?
Too much dust has been thrown into my eyes.