(Oya, ehen! Hear this one!)
They call us names, but we know who we are!
(No dulling! Abeg!)
In a land where hunger and starvation dey brew,
By intentional sadists who dey squeeze the truth.
We see shege banza every single day,
While the rich dey dance, making people pay.
How long we go watch this your isms and schisms?
You don't realize the pain of all the wailing mothers!
Now you point your finger, trying to shift the doom,
Shame on you, professor, in your fancy room!
Shame on you, professor! Shame on you, ooh!
E better to hear an orphan's genuine cry,
Than to sit and listen to your wanton lie!
We are not militias, we can never be!
Berom nation stands strong for the world to see!
(E choke!)
You call yourself professor but your mouth dey fail,
Spitting dead scripts that can never sail.
Lies of compensation, we know the truth inside,
Why you pouring salt on the tears wey we cry?
No compensation given, yet you call us names,
Labelling peace peasants, playing wicked games!
We know the end of your balla-blue, bullaba, blue blue blue blue
But we stand strong, and we go see this through!
Shame on you, professor! Shame on you, ooh!
E better to hear an orphan's genuine cry,
Than to sit and listen to your wanton lie!
We are not militias, we can never be!
Berom nation stands strong for the world to see!
Berom nation stands strong, oh!
We no dey shake, we no dey move.
Shame on you!
once on repeat again
Shame on you, professor! Shame on you, ooh!
E better to hear an orphan's genuine cry,
Than to sit and listen to your wanton lie!
We are not militias, we can never be!
Berom nation stands strong for the world to see!
Berom nation stands strong, oh!
We no dey shake, we no dey move.
Shame on you!
(Oya, clear out!)