A sand i born and rise again a brick
A brick i betide and vow to return
To my birthplace, A sand
Why should i fear? What i will lost by death
Ohhh! Dark agent
An oracle they call, i call him an agent
Grasp the faith of animate and inanimate.
Once in seconds, he visits
Whether at home or an office.
Death i see, its a soothsayer
Steer the way to my abode.
Ilé làbò ìsinmi oko.