Misunderstanding is certain
People will fight, living the weak lifeless
Families now pay the price for the errors of beloved ones aside tears
The street flows with water mixed with blood
It is the tears of mothers and blood of the deceased
And this is on and on and on
As long as we keep the guns on the street

Let’s take the guns off the streets
And embrace each other
Let’s Smoke, drink and merits
With no evil intent, if at all we can’t quit
Let the followers of Odin understand that
It is just our, believes against us, else we are one
And those of Okorofo see that
The foreigners they seek to outrun
Are Africans, Nigerians and humans.
The reverse too

Let the daughters of Jezebel find peace
In the eyes of the white angels
And the blue beret just like the sky
Be the eyes watching the human race
Let the buccaneers be the pioneers of love

Let’s take the guns off the streets
And be free to move about
Let the north men visit Africa without feeling insecure
And the Africans visit feeling secure

Let’s take the guns off the streets
For the love of the younger generations
That the fire which consumed us may spare them
Let my words be decoded with no sentiments
For in love it took its roots.