[male vocals] Yeah,
yeah
Oh,
Nigeria,
my
motherland
My
motherland
Who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
Who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
You
cannot
be
sick
and
still
be
poor
When
sickness
knocks
upon
your
door
Who
will
pay
the
hospital
bill?
Who
will
stand
when
the
money
finish?
Mama
is
crying,
papa
is
weary
The
vision
for
the
future
is
getting
blurry
Empty
pockets
and
a
hollow
chest
Searching
for
peace
but
finding
no
rest
The
streets
are
cold
even
under
the
sun
Counting
the
battles
that
we
haven't
won
Who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
When
the
wolves
are
knocking
at
the
door
Who
carries
the
weight
when
the
back
is
weak?
When
the
future
feels
like
a
mountain
peak
Oh,
tell
me,
who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
When
there’
s
nothing
left
inside
the
store
I
see
the
brother
sitting
by
the
gate
Accepting
the
hand
of
a
cruel
fate
He’
s
got
a
talent,
he’
s
got
a
dream
But
he’
s
drowning
in
a
silent
stream
No
ladder
to
climb,
no
hand
to
hold
His
story
remains
forever
untold
We
build
the
mansions
and
pave
the
lane
But
forget
the
ones
living
in
the
rain
How
can
we
sleep
in
a
house
of
gold
While
the
innocent
are
growing
old?
Who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
When
the
wolves
are
knocking
at
the
door
Who
carries
the
weight
when
the
back
is
weak?
When
the
future
feels
like
a
mountain
peak
Oh,
tell
me,
who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
When
there’
s
nothing
left
inside
the
store
It’
s
a
heavy
burden,
a
hollow
sound
Watching
the
hope
falling
to
the
ground
Where
is
the
mercy?
Where
is
the
grace?
Looking
for
love
in
a
crowded
space
Maybe
the
answer
lies
in
the
hand
Of
every
soul
across
this
land
Don’
t
turn
away
when
you
see
the
pain
Don’
t
let
your
empathy
go
down
the
drain
Small
acts
of
kindness,
a
shift
in
the
tide
There’
s
nowhere
for
us
to
run
or
to
hide
If
we
are
brothers,
then
let
us
show
Let
the
seed
of
a
better
harvest
grow
Rise
up
together,
break
down
the
wall
Let
us
catch
the
ones
destined
to
fall
Who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
When
the
wolves
are
knocking
at
the
door
Who
carries
the
weight
when
the
back
is
weak?
When
the
future
feels
like
a
mountain
peak
Oh,
tell
me,
who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
When
there’
s
nothing
left
inside
the
store
Who
takes
care
of
the
poor?
My
motherland,
can
we
do
more?
Yeah,
yeah
Just
a
little
more
love
Just
a
little
more
light
For
the
poor
Oh,
yeah