Yoh... (Ayy)
Mayo, hear the children cry...
But we are rising, ifwe together, no boza!
Walking through the dusty streets of Lusaka
No mother to hold, no father to shelter
Sleeping on the cardboard, cold wind is blowing
They call us the lost ones, but our faith is growing
Muli shani to the world that looked away
We are standing strong, we go find a way
Bana ghetto, do not cry no more (Ayy!)
Chukwu is watching from the heavens above
From the dust we rise, we go shine so bright
No condition is permanent, we step into the light
Natotela, we are survivors now (Yoh!)
Bana ghetto, keep your head up high!
They think we have nothing, they say we are down
But we carry the copper, the jewel in the crown
From Chawama to Kipiri, the story is the same
We are changing the narrative, we are dropping the pain
No more hunger, no more tears in the dark
Inside our souls, there is a golden spark
Bana ghetto, do not cry no more (Ayy!)
Chukwu is watching from the heavens above
From the dust we rise, we go shine so bright
No condition is permanent, we step into the light
Natotela, we are survivors now (Yoh!)
Bana ghetto, keep your head up high!
Ifwe we are rising... (Ayy)
No more tears, mayo.
Bana ghetto, we shine.
Yoh!