I was charged of been a youth
Prosecuted for having fiery blood
They knew I wouldn't hold still
So they treated me as an outsider
Right from my childhood
I was told "youths are the future"
Why is the story different now?
I wonder why the story need changed
I felt the sting of death while living
And horror distorting my reality
That youths are no more the future
Why must the story need changed?
I need to scream for help
Nigeria youths cries for help
We won't go with our story untold
Today we cry to cry no more
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
I was charged of been a youth
Prosecuted for having fiery blood
They knew I wouldn't hold still
So they treated me as an outsider
Right from my childhood
I was told "youths are the future"
Why is the story different now?
I wonder why the story need changed
I felt the sting of death while living
And horror distorting my reality
That youths are no more the future
Why must the story need changed?
I need to scream for help
Nigeria youths cries for help
We won't go with our story untold
Today we cry to cry no more
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