Yeah... ayy!
Kushe to my padis, listen close.
Salone man, stand up!
From Aberdeen to peaks of Kabala,
Warrior walking through the fire, no wahala.
We survive the dark days and the pain,
But Salone man stand tall in the rain.
We bind the broken bones, we rebuild the home,
No matter the storm, we never walk alone.
Salone man, heart of gold and iron,
Walking through the storm like a lion! (ayy!)
Di bodi kin taya, bot di spirit nor kin die,
Looking to the future with fire in your eye!
No matter the pain, we rise again!
Hustling on the junction from early morning,
Leone currency dropping without warning.
Poda-poda driver shouting out the lane,
But we keep on smiling through the strain.
Hold on to your brother, hold on to your sister,
We go make am, we go shine bright, oga.
Salone man, heart of gold and iron,
Walking through the storm like a lion! (ayy!)
Di bodi kin taya, bot di spirit nor kin die,
Looking to the future with fire in your eye!
No matter the pain, we rise again!
Rise up, my padi.
Resilience is our crown.
Salone, we stand firm.
Ayy... (fade out)