Analysis of Japa!

Where has everyone gone in the wards room,
My homies in a foreign man's land?
where has everyone gone out the wood for greenery pastures
its sad I heard they moved in their bandstand too

where has every doctors gone this days I saw a patient been rejected for lack of physicist Aunties to care for them
Doctor Okon when are you leaving, any moment soon? Because I heard your grumbling like a Guinea pig hunting for the shallow dead leftovers prey
I guessed you loss your hope in this homeland sand
you named it faded green, I call it futuristic estate of hope
your salary good worth and your families alluring why you still clamouring on leavings still

Kings and thier princes leaving their natured thrones to serve as pigs on the streets of gold
where money not litters on the roads floor less they die for it in fold
They mordernized the new deadly trend calling it hussling with their pants and sleeves heating up the wavy cold

they attracting ill-health in another foreigners side while their owned left zones cured by the nature's

moonsoon and harmattan should have taught you a lesson they are coming double checking on you soon
they would verified your black Visa if you truly conniving to steal or for trustworthiness might be able to heal

they're coming with colder hands to inject you, a steaming doctor appointment beyond your own skills