(Sound
of
static,
vinyl
crackle,
distant
sirens)
Yeah.
Check
it.
It’
s
heavy
out
here.
Can
you
hear
the
silence
after
the
thunder?
Listen.
I
watch
the
borders
line
the
map
like
a
jagged
scar
Checkpoints
on
the
highway,
yeah,
we
never
get
too
far
Men
in
uniform
stand
tall,
rifles
painted
black
But
tell
me
how
the
shadows
always
find
a
way
to
crack
They
say
the
sky
is
monitored,
the
waters
under
watch
But
ghosts
keep
sailing
through,
yeah,
they’
re
playing
at
hopscotch
Heavy
crates
of
iron
moving
past
the
velvet
gate
While
the
common
man
is
praying
just
to
dodge
his
bitter
fate
The
infrastructure’
s
crumbling,
the
protocol
is
weak
It’
s
a
theater
of
safety,
just
a
game
of
hide
and
seek
We
talk
about
the
security,
we
talk
about
the
steel
But
the
hunger
in
the
belly
is
the
only
thing
that’
s
real.
Oh,
the
land
is
crying
out
for
a
peace
we
never
found
From
the
city
to
the
village,
shadows
covering
the
ground
They
lock
the
doors,
they
bar
the
gates,
they
hold
the
heavy
line
But
the
bandit
walks
in
daylight
while
we
wait
for
any
sign
Nigeria
is
bleeding
through
the
cracks
upon
the
street
Can
we
find
a
path
to
justice?
Can
we
make
the
broken
meet?
I’
m
seeing
brothers
paralyzed
by
fear
inside
their
homes
While
the
wolves
are
in
the
clearing,
picking
through
our
dry
bones
They
vanish
into
thin
air,
leaving
nothing
but
the
smoke
Is
this
a
tactical
disaster
or
a
long
and
cruel
joke?
Investment
in
the
armor,
but
we’
re
lacking
in
the
truth
They’
re
sacrificing
wisdom
for
the
silence
of
the
youth
The
checkpoint
is
a
fortress,
yet
the
gates
are
swinging
wide
Where
do
all
the
weapons
go?
Nowhere
left
for
us
to
hide
It’
s
a
cycle
of
deception,
repetition
of
the
pain
We’
re
sowing
seeds
of
progress
but
we’
re
harvesting
the
rain
My
people
want
a
future,
not
a
cage
made
out
of
glass
We
need
to
see
the
change
happen,
watch
the
bad
times
pass.
Oh,
the
land
is
crying
out
for
a
peace
we
never
found
From
the
city
to
the
village,
shadows
covering
the
ground
They
lock
the
doors,
they
bar
the
gates,
they
hold
the
heavy
line
But
the
bandit
walks
in
daylight
while
we
wait
for
any
sign
Nigeria
is
bleeding
through
the
cracks
upon
the
street
Can
we
find
a
path
to
justice?
Can
we
make
the
broken
meet? (
Violin
solo
swelling
in
the
background,
sharp
DJ
scratches)
Trust
is
a
currency
that’
s
devalued
in
the
mart
When
you
see
the
leadership
falling
further
from
the
heart
We
don’
t
need
more
checkpoints,
we
need
honest
men
to
stand
To
reclaim
the
sovereignty
of
this
wounded,
holy
land
Listen
to
the
whispers
in
the
dark,
they’
re
getting
loud
Every
victim’
s
memory
is
floating
like
a
cloud.
So
let
the
record
show,
we
see
the
patterns
in
the
dark
We’
re
waiting
for
the
fire,
we’
re
waiting
for
the
spark
Not
for
chaos
or
for
violence,
but
for
order
and
for
law
To
fix
the
deep
infections,
to
close
the
open
jaw
Of
this
beast
that’
s
eating
progress,
leaving
nothing
but
the
dread
We
honor
every
spirit,
we
honor
all
the
dead
We’
re
pushing
for
a
morning
where
the
border
represents
A
true
line
of
protection,
not
these
hollowed-out
events.
Oh,
the
land
is
crying
out
for
a
peace
we
never
found
From
the
city
to
the
village,
shadows
covering
the
ground
They
lock
the
doors,
they
bar
the
gates,
they
hold
the
heavy
line
But
the
bandit
walks
in
daylight
while
we
wait
for
any
sign
Nigeria
is
bleeding
through
the
cracks
upon
the
street
Can
we
find
a
path
to
justice?
Can
we
make
the
broken
meet?
Yeah.
Just
a
reflection
in
the
mirror
of
the
times.
We’
re
looking
for
peace.
Real
peace.
Justice
for
the
fallen.
Keep
your
head
up. (
Violin
fades
out
into
vinyl
scratch)