If you know too much
They will ask you 'are you a lawyer?'
And when you talk too much
They will say 'ó gbéni you are liar...'
My friend shut up!
If you don't, they will give you some fist to munch
You either enter kasala or use bribe settle their lunch


Tell me, when did wazo on the road become the police inheritance?
When did guns become a tool
To harass without proper proof?
When did all citizen turn to criminals?
Why should an encounter with a police feel like a funeral?
When did the cell turn to an undeserved alloted bedroom?
Why are we exposed like fibre snatched from a broom?
When did we become a separate entity from our human right?

Right now in this jungle called Nigeria
We've risen up with one voice
So, gbe body e with your camera
As we don make our choice
We will capture this history
We will end this misery
Enough season of police brutality
No more episodes from mindless sirs who call themselves SARS

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