The hunger thrives in the nation
and the boys are hungry for success.

The bursting dreams that scream fortune
The hustle and the muscles it tear,
Failures and rejections; scars men must bear, and
The long-legged network of village people.

But there is a feast in the town,
a stream in the desert,
and not beyond us, no,
not from Sokoto but in our sokoto.
Show us the way, open our sight
we pray you, God of heaven and earth.

Now listen, you blissful genii of wealth
and angel of goodness,
pick up the call. Send help.
Bless the boys, give us triumph now.