(Whispered) Yeah, it’s Wizpal on the mic
The soil is dry, the people are tired
Echoes of the struggle, listen close
Lawyers in the chambers selling justice for a fee
Police on the highway, hunting you and me
INEC at the table, rigging out the light
Tribalism clouds the vision, killing off the fight
Boko Haram shadows, Fulani on the plains
We’re rich in oil and gas, but drowning in the chains
Oh Nigeria, why the masses come dey cry?
Fuel price dey soar, we just searching for the sky
No bread on the table, no school to build the mind
We leave our natural riches and we left the future blind
Thunder fire the liars with their empty, hollow plans
Whether APC or PDP, you all dey break the land
VeryDarkMan, standing tall for the poor
Sowore screaming truth, breaking down the door
We remember Fela, Eedris, African China too
Fighting for the people, seeing clearly through the blue
Nnamdi Kanu in the cell, locked in Sokoto deep
While the ones who hold the power put the nation into sleep
Oh Nigeria, why the masses come dey cry?
Fuel price dey soar, we just searching for the sky
No bread on the table, no school to build the mind
We leave our natural riches and we left the future blind
Thunder fire the liars with their empty, hollow plans
Whether APC or PDP, you all dey break the land
Tinubu, Atiku, Obi, hear the cry of the streets
If your power is for hunger, may you never know the beats
May the election day be a ghost you never find
If you want the crown but leave the suffering behind
No good road, just the silence of the pain
We pray for the sun, but we only feel the rain
No dulling, the truth must be told
Nigeria, rise from the cold
(Fade out with soft djembe heartbeat)