"Ala Beke"
God's own country
What is the hype?
Fix your country
To reduce brain drain
Kill corruption
Lest it kills us
We're tired of exodus
To a foreign land
Built by visionaries
Be advised
Once you get to "Ala Beke"
You are just another dude
With a funny accent
You become a second class
Let's fix our nation
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