[male
vocals] (
Chale,
listen
up)
Yeah,
we
celebrate
the
legends
in
the
room
The
ones
who
build
the
future
with
a
broom (
Eiii,
respect)
Deep
in
the
village,
under
the
leaking
roof
Teachers
dey
work,
giving
us
the
truth
No
blackboard,
no
books,
the
system
is
dry
But
you
keep
the
dream
alive
under
the
open
sky
Fighting
the
wahala,
the
hunger,
the
pain
You
planting
the
seeds
that
will
grow
through
the
rain (
Chale,
real
heroes)
Oh,
the
teachers,
the
moulders
of
leaders
Rising
up
high,
yeah,
you
are
the
healers
Through
the
storm
and
the
dust,
you
remain
the
light
Guiding
our
hearts
through
the
darkest
night
Future
in
your
hands,
shining
like
gold
Best
stories
of
wisdom
that
ever
been
told
Your
salary
is
low,
the
struggle
is
real
But
your
spirit
is
strong,
with
a
heart
made
of
steel
Teaching
with
passion,
though
the
tools
are
all
gone
You
push
us
to
greatness
until
the
break
of
dawn
From
the
city
to
the
bush,
your
work
is
the
key
Opening
the
doors
for
all
of
us
to
be
free (
Wo y3
guy!)
Oh,
the
teachers,
the
moulders
of
leaders
Rising
up
high,
yeah,
you
are
the
healers
Through
the
storm
and
the
dust,
you
remain
the
light
Guiding
our
hearts
through
the
darkest
night
Future
in
your
hands,
shining
like
gold
Best
stories
of
wisdom
that
ever
been
told
Salute
to
the
mentors,
the
mothers,
the
dads
Teaching
the
good,
replacing
the
bads
Even
when
the
road
is
rough
and
the
ground
is
steep
The
promises
you
make,
you
always
will
keep (
Eiii,
Ghana
jama!)
Oh,
the
teachers,
the
moulders
of
leaders
Rising
up
high,
yeah,
you
are
the
healers
Through
the
storm
and
the
dust,
you
remain
the
light
Guiding
our
hearts
through
the
darkest
night
Future
in
your
hands,
shining
like
gold
Best
stories
of
wisdom
that
ever
been
told
Yeah,
we
see
you
To
every
teacher
holding
it
down
You
deserve
a
crown
Chale,
keep
going,
keep
growing
Respect
for
the
life
you
give (As3
m!)