Oh-oh, my broda... hear me now.
Wahala dey, but hope still dey.
I see the heavy load you carry on your shoulder,
This cold wind dey blow, the night is getting colder.
I wish say I fit double-click and delete the pain,
But I no get the power to stop this heavy rain.
But you go survive, my dear, you go win!
No condition bend you, you go stand tall.
Oya hold on, the light is coming in,
After the storm, we go dance, we go win!
Odogwu, you go rise again!
Life fit dey show you pepper now, but no shaking,
This dark road you dey walk, new dawn is breaking.
Though my hand no fit carry the load for you,
I dey your back, we go push am through.
But you go survive, my broda, you go win!
No condition bend you, you go stand tall.
Oya hold on, the light is coming in,
After the storm, we go dance, we go win!
Ebenezer, you go rise again!
No shaking, my broda...
We go smile at the end of the road.
You be champion. On God.