(Ayy, yoh... listen to my story, mukwai...)
(Mayo! They thought I wouldn't make it!)
Started from the streets of Lusaka, no money in my pocket
Walking down Great East Road, dreaming like a rocket
People talking plenty boza, saying I will fail
But ifwe we are strong, we don't belong in jail
Now I say Natotela, thank you for the grace
I'm running my own race, putting smiles on Mayo's face
From the dust to the falls, Victoria rising high
We are reaching for the sky, ayy!
Eating nshima with the family, now we dine in style
Looking back at the hustle, it was worth every mile
Muli shani to the doubters, see how far we've come
Beat is hitting hard like a traditional drum
Now I say Natotela, thank you for the grace
I'm running my own race, putting smiles on Mayo's face
From the dust to the falls, Victoria rising high
We are reaching for the sky, ayy!
(Yoh, this is my story...)
(Natotela mukwai...)
(We out!)