(Sighs) Manze, the walls in this staffroom dey talk
Every corner, fear dey roam
Obote school, where the dream dey turn to dust
Buda, eish, the weight is too much
Chief Principal, you sit for your throne
Counting money that no be your own
Poultry farm calling, your pigs dey eat good
While teachers dey suffer, misunderstood
Money for school, you divert am straight
To your private business, sealing our fate
If I open my mouth, you send me away
Transfer me far, make I no see the day
Oh, Obote, why you dey break my heart?
Principal's pride tearing us all apart
You love the young boys, you keep them so close
While the good ones you frustrate, you hurt them the most
No consultation, you sign the decree
Transferring my soul, you taking my glee
Mr. Ozoku dey hang for your gate
Waiting for crumbs on your golden plate
Your moles in the dark, they dey whisper my name
Reporting my hustle, fueling your game
If I show potential, you see it as crime
You kill my spirit, you waste all my time
Tribal lines drawn, you divide and you rule
You the queen of the pain in this secondary school
Oh, Obote, why you dey break my heart?
Principal's pride tearing us all apart
You love the young boys, you keep them so close
While the good ones you frustrate, you hurt them the most
No consultation, you sign the decree
Transferring my soul, you taking my glee
Can’t speak, can’t breathe, the air is too thin
You trap us in cycles, you let the rot win
Manipulation is the game that you play
But even the coldest night ends with the day
Obote, I’m leaving, I’m breaking the chain
No more your shadow, no more of your pain
(Manze, the school deserves better)
(Yeah, no more of this rada)
(Just leave me be)