Emirate city A district filled with lies and deceit Home of fabrics and silk Blessed with honey and milk Where a man controls it all; like it's his compound Where he rules like a god with the power-bound Emirate city Where liveth handsome and pretty But their greed and pride; I pity. Where kids are raised To raise mace against their race As long as there's cash; the guilty’d beat the case And the innocent will die in prison jail
Emirate city A big city with the view of a family house Where ma'am sell their dignity for bread and blouse Where real man are those who could puff-in **** Just to get em high to fulfil their mission of greed Where those who wear hijab are criticised And the half-naked are tagged as civilised Emirate city Where graduates walk around the streets Looking for handy job to get his belly feed His certificate may not grant him a policy Why? Because he is not involve in politics
Emirate city Enormity district Fortress of lies and deceit Where man sees lies as truth Where being upright is rude Where Money is man's only desire Home for only those who pledge allegiance to their sire Emirate city Where men of God has turn to ritualist And the politicians and religious leaders are much of spiritualist Where black coal burns to black ash Where horse rides on man's back Where the head controls man's heart Where man is the slave and money is his master
Emirate city Where silence is our default Those who yearn for revolution are seen as thugs "Ranti omo eni ti o nse"; parent tell their sons thus Proverb passed down from ancestors to grandsons No matter how oppressed we are; we should not talk No, this will not work Not anymore Every sector in the Emirate city is corrupt And every form of justice’s being disrupt Now we are pushed to the wall Our rage for change's erupt They say we should just pray, work hard and wish But we're too tired and we can't keep being like this They say if we go against him; then, we're ungrateful Religion leaders are much hateful, they don't even feel shameful He, who takes away all our harvest and give us just a seed, He, which should serve, but rule over us with greed A definition of a true pillage And yet they call him our true image Maybe their sense is not in its normal state Maybe, he's got hold of their brain, and now he remote-control their fate Hmm; I just guffawed Should we keep mute till this virus **** us all? Away from our home, should we flee and run No, we'll stand tall, firm for our children's sake We'll sleep-walk and dream while awake We really need to wake For our future is being put on stake But we keep-on singing "we are the leaders of tomorrow" If we keep-on on this path we follow Our dreams and hope will end up in hollow Our weakened heart will be pierced by filthy arrow If we make oppression our host; and we become its parasite We'll die as civil slave, And heaven will reject our stay We'll not be chance to be a guest in paradise Because paradise is not meant for cowardice