Lagos Streets Cry

(oh) Nigeria, we dey

Morning light no fit hide the pain Market price don climb again

Salary small, the road still rough Mama dey stretch am,

e no dey enough Fuel don rise and the rent too high

Young men tire, still they try Government talk,

but the table dry How we go live if the pocket cry

People for bus stop sing the same old tune Hold on today,

maybe change come soon Nigeria,

hear our cry

We no go break,

we no go bow

Nigeria, hear our cry Better days must start somehow Rise with truth,

stand with grace Make the leaders face the people Hand in hand,

from place to place We still sing for better days Naira weak,

and the burden strong School fees wait,

but the work too long Farm land rich,

yet the pot half bare Plenty promise hanging in the air Students

march with a hopeful song Workers pray just to carry on

Every street get a tale to tell Still we plant where the

hard rain fell If we speak with one clear voice If we

stand and make that choice No more fear in every home Let

good work and justice grow Nigeria,

hear

our cry We no go break,

we

no go bow Nigeria,

hear

our cry Better days must start somehow Rise with truth,

stand with grace Make the leaders face the people Hand in hand,

from place to place We still sing for better days Better days,

better

days

For the people, better days Hold the line,

hold the faith Nigeria,

better days