 From the hills of Nari to the coast of Mambasa, the people them are dry, them are balling across ya. The taxes them are pressing, the burden too much, we have to make a stand, we have to stay in touch. The farmers them are struggling, the vendors them are fighting, the mothers and the fathers them are praying for light. The finance will push, if not do the right, president root, we calling for the people.