There's a statue in downtown Lagos of a lady
Who sold our brothers and sisters
For mirror and beads, she thought she had it made
But the White man was done buying Black flesh
The taste was changing in Europe
New beginning, now the battle lines are drawn
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh, this land is not big enough
For the two of us, two of us
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh, pack your bags and leave here
Your time is up, your day is done
Go on, don't look back
There's a little square in the town beneath a rock
Bears the name of the same crafty lady
Selling tools of war
She thought she had it made
But to the White man, she was a dealer in arms
A greedy criminal queen
With hands in flawed, forever garbage from this coast
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh, this land is not big enough
For the two of us, two of us
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh, pack your bags and leave here
Your time is up, your day is done
Go on, don't look back
Hear the voices of the ones from the depth of the ocean
Listen to the voices of the ones who died on the slave ships
Can't you hears the voices of the wretched ones you sold?
Listen to the voices, well, can you hear them? Can you hear them?
Hear the voices of the ones from the ones from the dept the ocean
Listen to the voices of the ones who died on the slave ships
Can't you hears of the voices of the wretched ones you sold?
Listen to the voices, well, can you hear them? Can you hear them?
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh, oh
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-oh
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She thought she had it made
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She thought she had it made
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She thought she had it made
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She thought she had it-