I beg leave me
My life I dey think
No disturb me
With nonsense gist
The fine things of life
These people don't see
Their bad mind
No gree make them get better dream
So with their crooked legs
Them waka go redeem
But salvation comes from within
Seek and ye shall find
Definitively with music
Whose rich harmonies and melodies
Will truly bring peace
All in the name of peace
We fight and kill to find justice
For me na only music
From the voice of the soul we speak
Wetin concern me with English my brothers
Na them kuku them selfish my sisters
They bank Africa money like the Swiss
Oyimbo don kill Africa finish