Nna, listen to the story
From the roots of Ibiaku, watch how the king rise
December twenty-fifth, the year eighty-one
A star was born beneath the morning sun
Asuquo George was the name they gave to me
In Nung Akpan Udom, under the family tree
Born to George Akpan and mother Aniema
In a humble house, we faced the cold dilemma
No silver spoon, just the hunger in the belly
Life was hard, like walking through the valley
Oh, Asuquo George, see the king stand tall
From a poor beginning, he answered the call
Oh, Asuquo George, the glory is for God
From the dust of the ground to the kingship rod
Chai! We rise, we rise
Ibiaku Ikot Udom is where the seed was sown
In the village square, where the wind had blown
We had no one to help, no one to pull us through
But God had a plan, and the vision was true
I held on to faith, I kept the fire burning
With every single lesson that I was learning
No wahala now, the table has finally turned
Look at the respect that my hard work has earned
Oh, Asuquo George, see the king stand tall
From a poor beginning, he answered the call
Oh, Asuquo George, the glory is for God
From the dust of the ground to the kingship rod
Oma! We rise, we rise
Now I see my children, they are growing strong
Living the life that I prayed for so long
It is the grace of the Lord, let the music play
Chop life with me as we celebrate the day
I am a pronounced king inside the house of fame
But never forget the roots from which I came
Inyang Udo bloodline, forever we stand
Building a legacy throughout the land
Oya, let the horns blow loud for the grace
For the speed that we gained in this life race
Oh, Asuquo George, see the king stand tall
From a poor beginning, he answered the call
Oh, Asuquo George, the glory is for God
From the dust of the ground to the kingship rod
Glory be to God, the journey is sweet
Asuquo George, keep moving your feet
Chop life, keep the spirit high
Under the light of the Nigerian sky
Omo, we rise!