Chai... e pain me oh
This land wey we call home
See me now, I dey wonder why
Why I born for this side oh
Where poverty dey kill us slow
And our brothers dey sell us low
No be white man hold us down
Na our own people wear the crown
Dem dey chop our money, dey share our pain
We dey suffer for our own terrain
If I fit choose where I go born
Maybe I for see another dawn
But I dey here, for this wahala land
Where African dey sell African hand
Chai, e pain me
E pain me well well
This home wey suppose dey sweet
Don turn to living hell
I see my brothers for high places
Dem no even remember our faces
Dem don forget where dem come from
Now dem dey use us like we dumb
No school, no light, no water flow
But big man pikin dey hammer for abroad oh
How we go take move forward
When our leaders dey move backward
If I fit choose where I go born
Maybe I for see another dawn
But I dey here, for this wahala land
Where African dey sell African hand
Chai, e pain me
E pain me well well
This home wey suppose dey sweet
Don turn to living hell
But still... I dey hope oh
Say one day... we go know better
One day...