(Ayy, yoh)
Listen to my story, basa this Oliver neene olo ndumbwe from moyo.
It is been a long journey
From the dusty streets of moyo
Where the nights were cold and long
I had nothing but a dream in my pocket
And a heart that was beating strong
Mayo, they said I would never make it
They said my dreams were just boza zyakubeja boo,
But I kept on walking the road
Even when the road was rough, yoh
Natotela for the grace today
Natotela for the light on my way
Inee, we rising above the pain
We are singing in the rain
Yes, this is my story, my song
Where I belong
Through the fire and the copper dust
I learned who I could trust
No more looking back in regret
Every promise has been met
Ndalumba biyo leeeza akaka to the new day rising
No more compromising.
I want to thank mr mulamfu, Mr mulubwa,madam mulonda and everyone who supported me back from 2007 to 2012 when i was kwa moyo village.
Natotela for the grace today
Natotela for the light on my way
Inee, we rising above the pain
We are singing in the rain
Yes, this is my story, my song
Where I belong
(Ayy, yoh)
This is my story, mukwai
Natotela, we rise. Oliver ndumbwe Neene yah one love.