Dakar nights… fire in the streets…
Two lions rose…
One crown… one betrayal…
We marched together through the dust and pain,
Two brothers screaming for the people’s chains,
Raised our fists against the old regime,
Shared one flag… shared one dream.
From the markets to the ocean shore,
The people cried, “Open the door!”
Senegal believed their vow,
But power changed the heart somehow.
Whispers crawling through the palace walls…
One man rises…
One man falls…
RATS IN THE CAPITAL!
Kings wearing borrowed crowns!
Brother turned against brother now,
Trying to hold the power down!
Blood on the promise!
Fire in the sky!
Senegal crying while the truth must die!
He said:
“Stand beside me, we will lead them free,”
But ambition fed hypocrisy.
The throne became a poisoned seat,
Now trusted footsteps sound deceit.
One wanted justice for the land,
The other tightened iron hands.
Smiling faces hiding knives,
Trading loyalty for endless lives.
You can fool the nation…
But you cannot fool history.
The people remember…
The streets remember…
Allah remembers…
RATS IN THE CAPITAL!
Kings wearing borrowed crowns!
Brother turned against brother now,
Trying to hold the power down!
No more silence!
No more disguise!
The truth of betrayal never dies!
The baobab trees have seen it before…
Revolution opens another door…
Friends become enemies chasing fame…
Different faces… same old game…
RATS IN THE CAPITAL!
The people roar like thunder now!
You can steal the chair of power—
But you can’t escape the crowd!
Senegal rising!
Voices ignite!
Truth marches louder than fear tonight!
Two brothers entered…
Only one remained…
But a nation never forgets betrayal.