Naija in the loud and roudy of my world

there is a secret place where I find myself,

can I find you?

Biafra, the noise of horns of thirsty nigerians,

of hustlers, of mothers confront me as I walk pass

Lagos, in prayer contemplation, like a ghost

I feel the sorrow of a many,

still I do not know how much pain it takes

Naija, I walk the island, i walk the mainland,

I see diversity, I smell capacity but still we suffer, why?



I am, the voice of Isaac Boro,

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo,

fight for right, for our freedom

You? A power hungry class of army arrangements,

stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician,

you teacher who no nothing do not teach

me lies



Naija, generators wake from my self pity,

no time to waste like okana, really hits

Naija, for too long we have surrendered

to the ignorance of ourself defense in you

we have failed

America, how far must we walk in calamity in suppression,

how long would take for you to love Naija

As I sit here i want to live,

there are so many plans for you but still I can't deliver



I am, the voice of Isaac Boro,

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo,

fight for right, for our freedom

You? A power hungry class of army arrangements,

stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician,

you teacher who no nothing do not teach

me lies



Stealing money, in my country's plight

You're stealing money in my country's plight



Great mother my respect for you is in depht

my fear od death for you might kill me

Fallen lucifer, percieve wahala,

as we embrace you with change,

you stay selfish fundamental

Black Africa, we still survive,

we still will rise for the world needs us to be America?

This soul is heavy, the little you have left to me,

I charge to function in your madness

I am... in your madness

I am... 



I am, the voice of Isaac Boro,

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo,

fight for right, for our freedom

You? A power hungry class of army arrangements,

stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician,

you teacher who no nothing do not teach

me lies



I am, the voice of Isaac Boro,

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo,

fight for right, for our freedom

You? A power hungry class of army arrangements,

stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician,

you teacher who no nothing do not teach

me lies