Hustle for Hope
Yeah, yeah!
Oh Cameroon, my country!
Na Gideon Wise dey talk.
Our youth dem tire,
our parents dey cry,
We get big dreams,
but opportunities dey pass us by.
Every morning I wake up,
I dey search for work,
Carry my CV everywhere,
but the answer na rejection.
I go school, I study hard,
I get certificate, But after graduation,
na frustration I dey calculate.
Mama ask me, "My pikin,
when you go get job?" I smile and tell am,
"Mama, I dey try my best." But inside my heart,
I dey fight another battle,
Because hunger no dey wait,
and bills no dey settle.
From Buea to Douala,
the story still the same,
Young people get talent,
but nobody know their name.
Some dey sell for roadside,
some dey hustle every day,
Some get brilliant ideas but no capital to start their way.
No work, no money,
how we go survive?
Every day na struggle,
but we still dey alive.
Cameroon, my country, hear your children cry,
We get dreams for tomorrow,
we no wan let them die.
Na Gideon Wise, make you remember the name,
I dey sing for the people and their everyday pain.
Even when life hard,
we no go lose our way,
We dey pray and dey hustle for a better day.
Papa dey struggle to put food upon the table,
Mama dey calculate the money,
but e no dey stable.
The price of rice don rise,
transport don increase, How person go find money when opportunities decrease?
My brother finish school,
still dey house for years,
My sister get ambition,
but her eyes don full of tears.
Dem tell us, "Work hard,
your future go shine," But how we go move forward when the
jobs hard to find?
Some people learn a trade,
some dey build online,
Some dey use their little talent,
hoping say dem go shine.
We no dey ask for riches,
we no dey beg for fame,
Just give the youth a chance to prove say dem get brain.
No work, no money,
how we go survive?
Every day na struggle,
but we still dey alive.
Cameroon, my country, hear your children cry,
We get dreams for tomorrow,
we no wan let them die.
Na Gideon Wise, make you remember the name,
I dey sing for the people and their everyday pain.
Even when life hard,
we no go lose our way,
We dey pray and dey hustle for a better day.
Dear government, please listen to the youth,
We need real opportunities,
action and truth. Our graduates need jobs,
our businesses need support,
Give young people the tools to build and move forward.
To my brothers and sisters,
abeg no give up,
Even when the road rough,
make you never stop.
Learn a skill, build your dream,
take one step each day,
Because your present situation no define your destiny.
Mama, no cry, your son still dey try,
Even when my pocket dry,
I still look to the sky.
One day, this suffering go turn testimony,
Gideon Wise go sing a different kind of story.
No work, no money,
but we still get hope,
We go stand together,
we go learn how to cope.
Cameroon, my country, make the whole world know,
Your children get talent; give them room to grow.
Na Gideon Wise, remember my name,
I sing for the struggle,
not for fortune or fame.
From Buea to Douala,
let our voices rise,
Better days are coming; keep your dreams alive!
To every unemployed youth,
this song na for you.
To every struggling parent,
we see wetin you dey go through.
Our struggle no be the end,
our story never done.
Na Gideon Wise signing out.
Cameroon, one day we go shine!
One love! Yeah!