Give me my own share of the national cake.
I am not corrupt; I only need a fair share.
Oh, I only need a fair share.
I am not corrupt; I only want my own cake.
The governor took from our treasury,
He said he is not corrupt
It is a national cake
The president has taken plenty
Oh shut up! It is a national cake
The police have taken a bribe
Don’t say it; he’s trying to take his national cake.
The lawmaker has large Ghana-must-go
In his butt. Oh, it’s our national cake.
The child in the womb
Wants his national cake.
Where is it, his national cake?
Where is my own share of the national cake?
Oh, Oh, our national cake.
I am the masses; I’m dying, I’m starving
Where is my own share of the national cake?
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