Decent Castor…
This one no be cruise…
This one na pain from the streets… yebo
For every hustler wey never chop today…
For every mama wey dey cry silently…
Nigeria… wetin happen to us?
Wake up for morning, tears for my eyes,
No light for house but the bill still rise, eish
Papa dey suffer, mama dey pray,
Children dey hungry every single day.
Graduate for years, no work to find,
Good people dey run leave home behind,
Future looking dark, hope dey fade away,
But we still dey hustle, we go see better day.
We dey cry for Nigeria, aweh
Our tears dey fall like rain,
We dey cry for Nigeria, sharp sharp
When this suffering go end?
We dey cry for our people,
We dey cry for our land,
Nigeria, we love you still,
But the pain too hard to stand… let's go
Youth dem dey die, dreams dem dey kill,
Leaders dey chop while we dey pay the bill,
Mama dey sell pure water for sun,
But her children future don already done.
We no dey give up, we still dey pray,
Maybe tomorrow go be better day, sho
But tonight we dey mourn, we dey feel the pain,
Nigeria, when we go smile again?
We dey cry for Nigeria, asambe
Our tears dey fall like rain,
We dey cry for Nigeria, yebo
Nigeria, we love you still,
But the pain too hard to stand…
Decent Castor…
For every soul wey never see light…
We still dey hope… eish
Nigeria… we go rise again…