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Naija in the loud and roudy of my world |
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there is a secret place where I find myself |
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can I find you? |
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Biafra, the noise of horns of thirsty nigerians |
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of hustlers, of mothers confront me as I walk pass |
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Lagos, in prayer contemplation, like a ghost |
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I feel the sorrow of a many |
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still I do not know how much pain it takes |
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Naija, I walk the island, I walk the mainland |
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I see diversity, I smell capacity but still we suffer, why? |
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I am the voice of Isaac Boro |
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I speak Ken Saro Wiwa |
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I am the spirit of Jaja of Opobo |
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fight for right, for our freedom |
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You? A power hungry class of army arrangements |
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stealing money in my country's plight |
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A soldier pretending to be a politician |
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you teacher who no nothing do not teach me lies |
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Naija, generators wake from my self pity |
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no time to waste like okana, really hits |
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Naija, for too long we have surrendered |
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to the ignorance of ourself defense in you |
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we have failed |
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America, how far must we walk in calamity in suppression |
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how long would take for you to love Naija |
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As I sit here I want to live |
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there are so many plans for you but still I can't deliver |
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I am the voice of Isaac Boro |
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I speak Ken Saro Wiwa |
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I am the spirit of Jaja of Opobo |
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fight for right, for our freedom |
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You? A power hungry class of army arrangements |
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stealing money in my country's plight |
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A soldier pretending to be a politician |
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you teacher who no nothing do not teach me lies |
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Stealing money, in my country's plight |
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You're stealing money in my country's plight |
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Great mother my respect for you is in depht |
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my fear od death for you might kill me |
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Fallen lucifer, percieve wahala |
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as we embrace you with change |
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you stay selfish fundamental |
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Black Africa, we still survive |
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we still will rise for the world needs us to be America? |
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This soul is heavy, the little you have left to me |
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I charge to function in your madness |
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I am... in your madness |
