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