Ayy, yoh!
Listen up my brothers, listen up close.
Ifwe we must stand strong.
No more shortcuts, no more easy ways.
Only God knows tomorrow, you hear me?
Let's go!
Muli shani my brother, make we talk today
This life wey we dey live, we must find a better way
Stealing those goods, omo that one is a trap
One day, one day, the police go go click-clack
Jail house is cold, no freedom inside there
We cannot survive on fear, no we cannot compare
We come from the ghetto, different background and pain
But we cannot be washing our hands in the rain
We know where we coming from, the struggle is real
But we must work hard for the things wey we feel
We must work hard, look forward to tomorrow
Only God knows where we going, no more sorrow
We know where we coming from, yes we know the street
But God who show us the way, we no go defeat
Work hard, my brother, make we stand so tall
If we follow God’s way, we no go ever fall
Ayy, we no go ever fall!
Boza! Do not listen to the voice of the thief
That quick money only brings us more grief
Wake up in the morning, dust the dust from your shoes
With clean hands and sweat, we have nothing to lose
Lusaka nights are long, but the morning will rise
Put your hope in the Lord, keep your eyes on the prize
No more stealing the goods, that is not our destiny
We are building a future for the family, you see
Natotela, my Lord, for the strength in our chest
Ifwe we are ready, we go give it our best
We must work hard, look forward to tomorrow
Only God knows where we going, no more sorrow
We know where we coming from, yes we know the street
But God who show us the way, we no go defeat
Work hard, my brother, make we stand so tall
If we follow God’s way, we no go ever fall
Ayy, we no go ever fall!
Mayo! The road is tough but we must survive
With honest hustle, we keeping our dreams alive
From the Copperbelt dust to the Lusaka light
We are fighting the darkness, we shine so bright
My brother, hold my hand, make we walk this road
God is beside us, He will carry the load
No more backsliding, no more shortcut way
We are moving forward, day by day!
Yoh!
Look at the horizon, see what tomorrow will bring
A brand new song for the ghetto to sing
We don't need the stolen goods to buy our daily bread
We need the blessing of God upon our head
Work hard, double the hustle, double the grace
One day we will run and we will win this race
To all my brothers in the compound, hear the call
We are rising together, we stand, we don't fall
We must work hard, look forward to tomorrow
Only God knows where we going, no more sorrow
We know where we coming from, yes we know the street
But God who show us the way, we no go defeat
Work hard, my brother, make we stand so tall
If we follow God’s way, we no go ever fall
Ayy, we no go ever fall!
Ayy, yoh!
Work hard, my brother.
God bless the hustle.
Only God knows the way.
Ifwe, we are moving forward.
No more jail, no more chains.
Just blessings.
Yoh!