[male
vocals] (
Ayy,
yoh)
Mr.
President,
can
you
hear
the
cry?
Mr.
President,
can
you
hear
the
cry?
From
the
road
to
the
hospital,
we
looking
to
the
sky
Fabian
Habusiwa
speaking
for
the
street
Let
the
rhythm
move,
let
the
message
reach
your
seat
Since
twenty-twenty-one,
you
been
on
the
grind
Working
for
the
nation,
leaving
no
one
behind
But
Mr.
President,
I’
m
sending
this
song
'Cause
I
can’
t
reach
your
office,
the
journey
is
long
I’
m
praying
to
the
Heavens,
let
this
melody
play
Reach
State
House
gates,
let
it
brighten
your
day
We
appreciate
the
hustle,
the
work
that
you
do
But
there’
s
a
heavy
burden
that
we’
re
passing
to
you
Hakainde
Hichilema,
we
looking
at
the
goal
From
the
Copperbelt
spirit
to
the
depth
of
our
soul
Roads
are
the
lifeline,
but
we
struggling
still
Ching'ang'auka
to
Kasaka,
we
needing
your
will
Yeah,
we
needing
your
will,
Mr.
President
Look
at
the
hospital,
the
people
in
pain
They
dying
on
the
road,
waiting
in
the
rain
Niku
Chikankata,
the
situation
is
dire
We
need
your
intervention,
ignite
the
fire
Thirteen
of
August,
the
day
of
the
vote
We
keep
our
eyes
open,
keep
our
dreams
afloat
Leaders
are
wise,
but
don’
t
forget
the
face
Of
the
common
man
running
in
this
human
race
Hakainde
Hichilema,
we
looking
at
the
goal
From
the
Copperbelt
spirit
to
the
depth
of
our
soul
Roads
are
the
lifeline,
but
we
struggling
still
Ching'ang'auka
to
Kasaka,
we
needing
your
will
Yeah,
we
needing
your
will,
Mr.
President
It’
s
Fabian
Habusiwa,
yeah
I’
m
standing
my
ground
Voice
of
the
people,
let
the
truth
resound
We
ain't
looking
for
trouble,
we
just
want
to
thrive
Keep
the
Zambian
dream,
keep
the
hope
alive
Four
years
gone,
two
thousand
twenty-six
is
near
We
reflect
on
the
progress,
we
conquer
the
fear
Build
up
the
infrastructure,
mend
what
is
torn
So
a
better
tomorrow
can
finally
be
born (
Ayy,
listen)
Hakainde
Hichilema,
we
looking
at
the
goal
From
the
Copperbelt
spirit
to
the
depth
of
our
soul
Roads
are
the
lifeline,
but
we
struggling
still
Ching'ang'auka
to
Kasaka,
we
needing
your
will
Mr.
President,
hear
the
call
of
the
land
We
waiting
for
the
touch
of
your
helping
hand (
Yoh)
Thank
you
for
the
work,
but
don't
stop
now
For
the
people
of
Zambia,
take
a
final
bow (
Ayy,
we
rising) (
Mr.
President)