Outa my hood, forward looking
I lace my boot and splatter water on my face
Two shots of kain kain to awaken the dan’iska in me.
Baggage on my back, dirty flag on my right hand
I am Nigerian, I am Nigeria, alive to who I am

I hit the street, to fight my battles
Knocking on doors, awakening spirits
170 million converts to garner
From the sultan’s palace in sokoto
To the Obanema of Otuoke’s seat

Millions willing to clean up their flags
And wave it so high to towering heights
Higher than religious divides and ethnicity
Higher than the sound of animosity and hatred
Higher than segregation and subjugation

I walk along the tracks
Screaming out to volunteers
The quee is getting longer
Cut your chains!
Come alive for your country!

This is our home
There is no taking it away
We live for it and our children will!
It’s no mantra, it’s no slogan
It’s the voice of 170 million