No money on ground

this ground shall bear you fruits of any kind, son
it shall stand your house but not that of the sun
not the doors of money,
not the rooms for honey
so quiet down your smile, it’s no time for fun.

money no dey Lagos, money no dey Jos
money don travel leave awa change for bus.
Na so big man dey cry
Na so poor man dey lie
money no dey finish, e just dey yab us.

Ruddapoet