The Old Man cry, the sound still dey travel Through the airwaves, the truth unravel Talk 'bout the mind, wey stay inside the cage Even when the book don turn a new page Show us the mirror, wey been crack and lie Show us the Eagle, wey forget how to fly He point the finger, make we understand The chains we carry, no be for our hand But the word na seed, and the ground dey wait We hear the echo through time's own gate We pull the poison weed from the ground A new foundation, a different sound No be to follow, no be to copy again Na to remember, in the sun and the rain This Africa soul, we reclaim the art To build tomorrow, we must play our part You feel the change? (We feel the change!) The wig and gown, we put am for museum To teach the children what we must become The foreign name, we thank am for the lesson But the tongue of our fathers, na him be blessing We open the window, make the breeze blow in Smell the red earth, where the life begin The brother wey fall, we give am our own hand The law we dey write, na for this our land He talk of the slave wey never release himself So we look inside, past the money and the wealth The work no be small, the road e long and deep To wake the spirit from a hundred-year sleep But the sun dey rise, you see the morning light? We take the darkness and we make it bright The Old Man shout, now the children dey sing The different story that the future go bring New Foundation! (We dey build am now!) Old Confusion! (We dey leave am now!) New Foundation! (For the ones to come!) Our own Nation! (Beat our own drum!) Heh! Beat our own drum! Na Africa we be! Beat our own drum! The mind is free! Beat our own drum!