Barasi, Barasi!
Is what the woman say,
Black clouds over Port Harcourt,
Bring night time out of day.
Barasi Barasi!
But the man he will not go,
'cause there's lives rich for the taking here,
the same there was before.

Barasi Barasi!
Young men stand idle by,
Old nets and broken fishing boats,
Flames light up the sky,
They used to say Barasi,
Now they want to have their share,
of the Bonny Light that shines so bright,
but goes they don't know where.

and all over the Delta
Its bleeding, its bleeding, they're bleeding oil.

And if I had your dreams,
I would try by any means,
To stop them running thick and black,
Make sure you don't backtrack,
On those promises you made,
To the people you've enslaved,
Why don't you give what you took back?
Before all turns to black,
Its bleeding, Its bleeding, they're bleeding oil, Now!

So heed me, don't bleed me,
Is what your people say,
But with battons crack you turn your back,
You keep their voice at bay.
Not Exxon, Shell nor BP,
Don't hear or seem to care,
'cause where vultures feast,
There'll be no peace,
They hold a hungry stare!

And if I had your dreams,
I would try by any means,
To stop them running thick and black,
Make sure you don't backtrack,
On those promises you made,
To the people you've enslaved,
Why don't you give what you took back?
Now don't you turn your back
On those promises you made,
To the people you've betrayed,
From your colonial enclave,
Now don't you turn your bacK!

Its bleeding, Its bleeding, they're bleeding oil, Now!