Till we allow truth
filter our conscience
we allowed greed
rule our government.

We allowed venom
swallow our kingdom
Na-Wuga! Na-Wuga!!
forgive my vulga.

The lines we wrote
is a seed, they grow.
Ask Victor Hugo
He's a pen wherever he go

The language of gun
can't befriend hope
Listen to my gong
So many have gone.

but use your head
don't forget your leg.

Your future must be bright
cos you're the source of your light.
Don't be scared of persecution and chide
they set-up your favorite tide.