(Verse 1)
Monrovia streets, they tell a story
Jobless youth, with empty glory
Hustle every day, from dawn till night
Trying to survive, in the city's fight
(Chorus)
Liberia, land of struggle and pain
We rise up, but the road's in vain
We're chasing dreams, but money's hard to find
In this land of plenty, we're left behind
(Verse 2)
No jobs to be found, corruption's the game
Leaders get rich, while the people suffer shame
We hustle, we grind, with every single breath
Trying to make a way, out of this hard life's death
(Chorus)
Liberia, land of struggle and pain
We rise up, but the road's in vain
We're chasing dreams, but money's hard to find
In this land of plenty, we're left behind
(Bridge)
But still we rise, like the morning sun
We'll keep on pushing, till the battle's won
For a better life, for a brighter day
We'll keep on hustling, in a brighter way ...
