We are traders
We come from far place to buy from unknown killers
A native of this land,not even a stranger
Our lives are threaten day after day.
With their gun hang around there neck like gold

Farmers are threatened
The poor are dying
The rich dinning and winning,
old women as slaves
Young men as security.
Young ladies as slaves
The innocent are dying,
there blood wasted by the wicked,hanging around like watchdog,hunting for who to destroy.
when will they bomb my home?
The question of the poor

No job,No power
Ogboni as god,sango as saviour
Papa is gone,Mama in tears
No food,no clothing
Garri for tea,fufu for bread and
inflation all around
when will this end?

Baba ijebu for food
Economic of trade by barter for exchange.
We claim to be secured and surrounded by haters
No more friendship with the poor
The poor child neglected,no more future ambition
Thousands are dying,millions are suffering.
Give us the hope

Atlas!we in a paradise
insecured,uncovered and in pains
The mourners are back
All cover with debt

Security, the red light speaks,
Beware and caution the red light waves at you
Its all insecurity
we are in its paradise