[male
vocals] (
Deep
man
voice
crying) (
Deep
woman
voice
crying) (
Multiple
voices
weeping
in
the
background) (
Deep
man
voice:
I
weep
in
for
my
nation.) (
Soft
vinyl
crackle,
mournful
piano
loop
fades
in)
I
look
at
the
map
and
I
see
the
gold
in
the
dirt
Resources
under
our
feet,
but
we’
re
covered
in
hurt
Good
people
struggling,
grinding
just
to
survive
While
the
ones
in
the
high
seats
keep
the
hunger
alive
Abuja,
you
hear
me?
The
heart
of
the
land
is
cold
Watching
our
future
traded
away
for
the
silver
and
gold
I
walk
down
these
streets
and
the
spirit
is
fading
fast
Praying
the
shadows
of
yesterday
don't
become
the
last
Oh,
my
nation,
I
weep
for
the
glory
that’
s
gone
Searching
for
light
in
the
middle
of
a
broken
dawn
My
nation
will
rise
again,
I
hold
to
that
grace
Even
when
I
can’
t
see
the
hope
in
a
familiar
face
Abuja,
oh
Abuja,
why
must
we
bleed
this
way?
Turning
our
dreams
into
ashes
every
single
day
The
police
on
the
corner,
they
ain't
here
for
the
peace
They
harass
the
civilian
just
to
fill
up
their
crease
Extort
from
the
poor,
man,
it’
s
a
systematic
game
Speak
up
for
the
truth
and
they
pin
you
with
a
false
name
Soldiers
sent
to
the
desert,
fighting
a
losing
fight
Poor
welfare,
no
support,
walking
into
the
night
Bandits
in
the
bushes,
terrorizing
the
zones
While
we’
re
left
to
pick
up
the
pieces
and
bury
our
own
Oh,
my
nation,
I
weep
for
the
glory
that’
s
gone
Searching
for
light
in
the
middle
of
a
broken
dawn
My
nation
will
rise
again,
I
hold
to
that
grace
Even
when
I
can’
t
see
the
hope
in
a
familiar
face
Abuja,
oh
Abuja,
why
must
we
bleed
this
way?
Turning
our
dreams
into
ashes
every
single
day
Taxes
crushing
us
down,
turning
us
into
the
dust
House
rent
is
a
war,
hunger
breaking
our
trust
Government
busy
taking
loans,
selling
off
the
shelf
If
you
speak,
the
EFCC
comes
for
you,
hiding
their
self
Picked
up
like
a
dispatch
rider,
silence
is
the
key
But
my
heart
is
screaming
for
the
land
that
used
to
be
May
God
touch
the
leaders,
give
them
a
brand
new
leaf
Turn
this
tide
of
sorrow,
end
this
cycle
of
grief
I
don’
t
want
to
be
a
victim
in
my
own
father’
s
house
But
the
system’
s
a
predator,
quiet
as
a
mouse
Still,
I
hold
to
the
vision,
the
strength
in
the
soil
Despite
all
the
pain
and
the
years
of
endless
toil
My
nation
will
rise,
yeah,
I
see
it
in
the
sky
One
day
we’
ll
stop
asking
the
questions
of
why
Oh,
my
nation,
I
weep
for
the
glory
that’
s
gone
Searching
for
light
in
the
middle
of
a
broken
dawn
My
nation
will
rise
again,
I
hold
to
that
grace
Even
when
I
can’
t
see
the
hope
in
a
familiar
face
Abuja,
oh
Abuja,
why
must
we
bleed
this
way?
Turning
our
dreams
into
ashes
every
single
day
Abuja...
can
you
hear
the
cry?
Abuja...
don't
let
the
spirit
die.
Weeping
for
the
promise.
Weeping
for
the
rise. (
Music
fades
out
into
vinyl
static)