(Oya, listen)
Under the sun, under the rain...
Nobody see the pain.
(Abeg!)
Wake up four AM, cutlass for hand
Toiling and sweating to clear up the land
We plant the yam, we water the corn
But hunger dey bite us from night until dawn
The middleman come, he buy am for cheap
While the poor farmer dey sit down and weep
Omo, e choke!
Who feed the nation? (Na the farmer!)
But who get starvation? (Na the farmer!)
No appreciation for the sweat of the soil
We dey feed the big men, but na we dey toil
Oh, Chukwu, see our pain!
Make our labor not be in vain.
From Kano to Benue, down to the East
We work like the beast just to provide the feast
No tractor, no fertilizer, everything na by hand
Still we dey stand, protecting the land
They sit for Abuja dey eat our sweat
But the face of the farmer, they quickly forget
Wahala dey!
Who feed the nation? (Na the farmer!)
But who get starvation? (Na the farmer!)
No appreciation for the sweat of the soil
We dey feed the big men, but na we dey toil
Oh, Chukwu, see our pain!
Make our labor not be in vain.
God bless the hands that work the soil.
On God!
We go rise.
(Aha, no dulling)