[Guitar Solo Intro] [Verse 1] Ceiling fan stop dead for four AM Light don vanish, no breeze, no air again Generator smoke dey choke all man inside We dey cough black dust, dem say manage, survive Tap don dry, pipe dey hiss like angry snake No drop of water, na thirst dey bake Carry yellow jerrycan, trek that burning mile Queue long like road, hope thin, we wait small while [Chorus] Police for junction don dey find their pay Fold that Naira sharp or shift away Red sand stain the bottom of your pants For here, survival no be luck, na deadly dance Check your mirror, watch that open door Dem whisper "One more bribe... just one more" Na strict business with a loaded gun No place to hide and you no fit run [Verse 2] No pass that highway go northern side Boys for bush fit block your ride Dem ask for ransom your family no fit raise Or leave your story lost for dust and haze Armed herdsmen dey carry cattle enter maize farm Another village don burn since you were born Politicians chill for house wey dem get for Spain We dey stand outside inside that black-soot rain [Chorus] Police for junction don dey find their pay Fold that Naira sharp or shift away Red sand stain the bottom of your pants For here, survival no be luck, na deadly dance Check your mirror, watch that open door Dem whisper "One more bribe... just one more" Na strict business with a loaded gun No place to hide and you no fit run [Extended Breakdown / Solo Jam + Chant] [Voice mutter faint under distortion:] "Sambisa forest... lights off for Katsina... River dry... children cry... Light don off... tank don empty... Lock the gate... lock the gate..." [Chant] "No more bribe! No more gun! We rise as one! We rise as one!" [Verse 3] 300 children gone before the sun fit rise Dem carry dem from classroom under Papiri skies Fifty run through darkness, barefoot for dust One hundred rescued later, small hope rebuild trust Ten more school kidnaps for two short years Six hundred dreams don vanish with tears We dey trace missing shadows, names we no recall Number fit fade like smoke, but pain hold us all [Chorus 2] Police for junction dey demand their pay You fold the Naira or commot the way Red sand stain the bottom of your pants Survival here no be game of chance Check the mirror, watch that open door Dem tell you "Drop something... we want some more" Na strict business with a loaded gun You no fit hide and you hardly run [Verse 4] But I go wait till the engine start Hold small hope inside the broken part Sun go rise above that burning tire We go waka together on top razor wire Pray for current, pray make rain fall again Make e wash the blood from the open drain We be the flowers wey grow through stone You no dey waka this battered road alone [Chorus] Police for junction don dey find their pay Fold that Naira sharp or shift away Red poto-poto the bottom of your pants For here, survival no be luck, na deadly dance Check your mirror, watch that open door Dem whisper "One more bribe... just one more" Na strict business with a loaded gun No place to hide and you no fit run [Outro Jam] [Menancing guitar solo] [Singer fade inside dust and kerosene:] "Hardly run... hardly run... just kerosene... just kerosene..." [Guitar solo] "Black soap and kerosene" "Black soap and kerosene"
