[logo chimes]
[menacing music]
[sirens wailing]
[Child] Mommy.
- These disturbing images
are the effect of
a deadly man-made
drug that is currently
sweeping the inner cities
of America,
k*lling tens of thousands
each year.
The synthetic opioid fentanyl,
has found its way into Africa
and onto the streets of Lagos.
-Mommy wake up!
Where there is
high unemployment
and it is spreading
like wildfire.
- Mommy wake up!
- Mixed with a c*ck,
a local epoxy,
it is known on the
street as Matrix.
Join me at six for a full
report on this new epidemic.
Yes, we can go.
Thank God, let's just
get out of here.
- Mommy!
Mommy!
Deep in my soul
Deep in my soul
Letting me go
Letting me go
- Don't forget,
to pay the NEPA bill
on your way to work.
- I won't forget.
- Ha!
Is that the only thing
you are going to eat?
Wait, wait, wait...
let me go to the kitchen and
get you something to eat...
- Mommy, don't trouble yourself.
- Something you can take...
- Ma, I have to go, I'm late.
I'm late, Ma.
Mmm.
- Goodbye
- Peace. Goodbye.
[laidback music plays]
[singing in foreign language]
Oh sh*t!
Thank you.
[van engine rumbling]
[laidback music continues]
- I'm tired, I've not eaten.
- See, if you keep
disturbing me
I will call the police on you.
- So because I asked you
for 50 Naira,
you're now going to
call the police on me.
That means you are
good for nothing.
- Me, I don't blame you.
You lack home training.
[laidback music continues]
- Boss, please open.
Thank you.
- So you are still here?
Leave this place.
Leave this place!
[music continues]
- Ooh!
Sorry.
- No... Ronke!
Boss Manager is in
the staff room.
Come, come.
- Thank you.
[music fades]
Please do not disturb.
- The man who booked this room
literally walked past you as
you were coming in.
OK, so you should have
at least five minutes.
[lock beeps]
Ronke... don't touch anything.
- Of course not.
[music continues]
- Blood of Jesus.
[door closes]
[tense music]
[message chimes]
[keys tapping]
[lift bell rings]
[tense music]
[messages chime]
- I just wanted to ask
if you'll be needing any
housekeeping today?
I can change your
sheets for you...
- We're fine, we're fine.
- Sir, it'll take less
than 30 minutes...
if you just give
me a chance...
- He said, we are fine.
[tense music continues]
[door opens]
- Come in.
Make yourself at home.
[door closes]
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
[Dr Baptiste laughs]
Make yourself a drink,
I'll be right back.
[messages chime]
- Ronke.
- What in God's name
are you doing, Nike?
- Nothing sir...
- Ah, it's obvious.
I can see that... nothing!
- No, that's...
- Shh!
- Hello.
Go back to the second floor
and finish cleaning
all the rooms.
- I mean,
I actually came here, sir,
because I wanted
to ease myself.
- You've got one minute.
Exactly one minute
to do that.
- Yes, sir.
[tense music]
- You don't need much
loosening up than this...
[Baptiste moans]
- I beg to differ.
- What is this?
[Baptiste] Exclusivity,
my darling.
This is gonna make
me millions, OK?
You will be the
first to try it.
- Wait.
Stop! I'm not here
to be your guinea pig.
[hand slaps]
[tense music continues]
- I paid you good money.
- Ronke.
[messages chime]
I told this girl,
I told this girl.
[tense music continues]
[Baptiste] OK.
You take it in.
[Baptiste exhales]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Wake up!
Oh boy.
Oh, yeah, she's dead.
She's so dead.
[Baptiste scoffs]
Oh!
Yemi.
[door closes]
- Jesus.
Jesus.
Jesus.
[breathing heavily]
Sister.
Sister.
Oh, my God!
[gasping]
[suspenseful music]
- What are you doing here?
[Ronke sobs]
- No.
[Baptiste grunting]
Get her!
- Get her!
- Run!
- Ronke!
[phone ringing]
[suspenseful music continues]
- Shaka...
Get the van.
[Ronke groaning]
Help me!
[Ronke whimpering]
Zion! Zion?
Zion, Zion,
pick up please!
[Ronke sobbing]
[phone ringing]
Zion!
Zion, there is so much
I want to tell you!
There's no time!
Someone...
Someone's trying
to k*ll me!
I saw something
I shouldn't have seen!
[sobbing]
He injected me, Zion!
I can't think straight.
He's chasing me.
Zion!
Zion!
[sobbing]
Somebody help me!
Somebody!
[engine roars]
[body thuds]
[Reporters clamouring]
Excuse me, excuse me...
Excuse me, excuse me.
- We want to assure the
good people of Lagos State
that we are doing
everything possible
to rid our streets of this...
imported poison
currently ravaging
our society.
This... plague...
is taking the lives of
Nigeria's most vulnerable.
The young.
The sick,
the needy.
[sombre music]
All of them, sacrificed...
simply to line
the pockets of...
of a grotesque
criminal network.
What profit a man to gain
the world but lose his soul.
Once again, let me
reassure the good
people of Lagos State.
Whoever...
is responsible
for bringing this
evil to our streets,
will be brought to justice.
That will be all.
[All] Excuse me,
excuse me...
Excuse me,
excuse me.
Excuse me.
One question please!
Welcome to my city
where nobody's showing pity
If you start moving funny
You go down
for kitty kitty
Welcome to my city
where nobody's showing pity
If you start moving funny
You go down
for kitty kitty
Welcome to my city
where nobody's showing pity
If you start moving funny
You go down
for kitty kitty
Welcome to my city
where nobody's showing pity
If you start moving funny
You would love
for kitty kitty
Skyscrapers, yeah,
I know you're on the island
[indistinct]
Police not your friend now
only when you press the rubber
Shine your eyes before the
make you [indistinct]
Welcome to my city
where nobodies showing pity
If you start moving funny
You go down
for kitty kitty
Welcome to my city
where nobodies showing pity
If you start moving funny
You would laugh
for kitty kitty
Yellow bosses,
though I never feel safe
[indistinct]
Then you better please pray
Officer, what's my offense?
[indistinct]
When you did drive,
you did follow them drug
[indistinct] for my city
[indistinct]
[music fades]
[Ronke] Zion, Zion... pick up!
Pick up, please Zion!
There is so much I want
to tell you Zion!
[bell tolls]
[sombre music]
[Priest] I welcome everybody
here today.
I know it's a sad moment
for everybody here.
But I will tell you this.
There is time for
everything in this life.
A time to be born...
and a time to die.
This is a lesson for all.
That one day,
you will also be in
this same position.
My condolences
to the family.
But I want to
tell you this.
You don't have to
take it to heart.
Because... it's mandatory
for everybody.
And so Heavenly Father
we thank you for this hour.
For a day like this...
We worship you, our Lord.
Let her find a
place over there...
to rest, in the mighty
name of Jesus.
[sombre music continues]
Grant her...
[Ronke] I can't think
straight...
[Priest]...peaceful rest.
[Ronke] He's chasing me...
[Priest] And we
that are here too,
[Ronke] Zion!
[Ronke] Zion!
- Let us, one day, come to you
and rest in your bosom.
In Jesus' mighty
name we've prayed.
- Zion, my dear,
I pray for you.
- Hello.
[indistinct chatter]
- My condolences.
- Let me greet your mum.
[tense music]
- I thought you were dead.
[traffic honking]
My condolences.
I hope you've not come here
to start trouble.
- It's funny.
I was gonna ask
the same thing.
- Jagun, ignore this guy.
That's trouble we
don't want.
Let's move.
That's trouble...
- Ma.
[gentle music]
- Yes.
A neighbour told me,
she saw you speaking
with Baba Ade's boy,
at the funeral.
- It was nothing.
He was just paying
his respects.
- Nothing is nothing.
Things always go bad
whenever you are around him.
- I left that life behind
a long time ago, Ma.
- Hmm.
- She was always so happy.
- Hmm.
Not always.
- Do you believe
the rumours?
That she was
high on drugs?
- The police has
no reason to lie.
The doctor said
it could be Matrix.
But it made a lot
of people mad.
- What about the
autopsy report?
- They never gave me any.
- The night she died...
she left me a message.
[gentle music continues]
I'm not sure about all this, Ma.
- I think you should...
let things be sometimes.
I don't want to
lose both of you.
- You won't.
- I don't want to
lose both of you.
- Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma.
Come on, come on.
- Zion, Zion.
It's OK. We're going to be OK.
Ma, it's OK.
Stop crying, Ma. Please.
Stop crying.
[upbeat music]
And then police sh**t us
but no more
[indistinct]
Ghetto boy
Ghetto boy
Ghetto boy
- She got high
and ran into traffic.
That's all the
information we have.
And no autopsy
report is available,
at least now.
- With all due respect, sir,
when will it be available?
- We have already explained to
your mother there is a delay.
Sometimes we have
ten cases per day.
- You told my mother,
that it's this
new drug Matrix.
- Whenever the report is out,
we will call your family.
- How long?
- I don't know.
And moreover...
...your sister's case is not
even considered a priority.
- Not a priority.
- For Christ's sake,
this is someone that
has been arrested several times
for drug-related cases!
- What the hell has that
got to do with anything?
Huh?
- Continue, my friend.
You will sleep inside our jail.
[sirens wail in distance]
[gentle music]
- Officer.
Who's that man?
- He said his name was...
Zion Ladejo.
- What does he want?
- Same old story.
Answers to what
he already knows.
His drug-addicted
sister got herself k*lled.
And he's now coming
to the station
as if we are the
ones behind it.
- Thank you, officer.
Fill me in
(Don't let me confuse you)
Put it in my head
(Don't let me confuse you)
Make me comprehend
(Don't let me confuse you)
Make me learn
(Don't let me confuse you)
Fill me in
(Don't let me confuse you)
Put it in my head
(Don't let me confuse you)
Make me comprehend
(Don't let me confuse you)
Make me learn
- Excuse me, sir,
do you want to buy a gold chain?
- Nope.
- It's real gold.
- No, it isn't.
It's a fugazi.
- Feel it.
It's heavy.
20,000 and it's yours.
- 20,000?
I could buy a
new one for 20,000.
- OK, for you, 10,000.
- 10,000?
What's that, US?
- OK. 8,000.
You want to buy
a phone instead?
- No, thank you.
I have a phone. I'm good.
Thank you, I...
I have my own phone.
- See, bracelet.
You can buy
any of them.
- Where are you getting...
What?
Did you steal this?
- No.
My mom told
me not to lie.
- Did she tell
you not to steal?
- Yes.
What about... this?
- Look, OK.
You know what?
OK.
I'm gonna give you...
just take it, take it. OK?
Stop following me.
- Thank you!
Get away,
like a thousand miles
Tell me what I'm gonna,
what I'm gonna do
Fill me in
(Don't let me confuse you)
- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean
to scare you.
I saw you at my
sister's funeral.
- My condolences.
- I heard this is
where she died.
[dramatic music]
Were you guys friends?
- We were close.
- They said she had
a drug problem.
- Please.
I can't talk here.
Anybody could
be watching us.
I don't want any
part of this. Please.
- I just want to talk.
- Please. I...
I don't want anything
to do with this.
If anybody sees you here
I'm going to be in trouble.
- Just give me a time.
Give me a place.
[tense music]
- Station One tonight at 9PM.
By Jegerde Road.
Please. Just go.
Nobody can see you here.
[traffic honking]
[tense music continues]
[Nike sighs]
[glass breaking]
[suspenseful music]
- Pretty girl.
Who the f*ck was that?
- Ronke's brother.
- Ah! Ronke's brother, huh?
What the f*ck,
does Ronke's
brother want?
- Nothing.
He just came to see
where Ronke died, that's all.
- Why are you
talking to him?
- No, I wasn't
talking to him.
He, he, he recognized
me at the funeral,
that's, that's the only...
- The funeral.
[Nike screams]
f*cking little b*tch!
Why the f*ck did you
go to the funeral again?
Didn't I warn you...
- I didn't talk to him!
- ...to keep a low profile,
- I didn't say anything!
- and shut that foolish
mouth of yours!
- I'm not talking
to him, Shaka.
I'll not tell him
anything, I swear.
I didn't tell him anything.
- What did he say?
[suspenseful music continues]
- He said... he said...
he said to meet him.
At Station One tonight, 9pm.
The one by Jegerde Road.
- Oh!
- But, but I wasn't
going to go there.
I just lied to him.
I just lied to him so he
would leave me alone
I wasn't going to go there.
- Hmm.
[Shaka laughing]
You'll meet up with him.
You'll find out
what the f*ck...
he knows, and what
the f*ck he wants.
OK. Yeah.
[Shaka laughs]
Good girl. Good girl.
Yeah. Pretty girl.
Oh yeah, bro.
Bring that thing.
- OK.
Shaka the generous.
Yeah!
Shaka.
- Huh?
- Aren't you going
to say thank you?
[Shaka] You say thank you.
- Thank you.
- Huh?
- Thank you, thank you,
thank you, Uncle Shaka
Thank you.
Thank you, Uncle Shaka
- OK, now say thank you,
Daddy Shaka.
- Thank you, Daddy Shaka.
- Good.
Get yourself
something nice.
Alright?
Hundred?
- Sir.
I ain't got no time.
[doors slam]
[engine starts]
[upbeat music]
It's me and you buddy
I'm going to rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
I want you to rock your body
I don't want
to be your buddy
I want you to rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
I don't want
to be your buddy
I want you to rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
[music fades]
- What's your name?
- Nike.
[tense music]
- What happened?
- It's nothing.
Can you please just tell me
why we're here so I can leave?
- The police said my sister
was high on Matrix.
Do you believe them?
- I don't know, OK?
I don't want any trouble.
Please.
- Me neither.
But who injected her, Nike?
- Everyone knows the place to
buy Matrix and get high
is at an abandoned
building, we all call...
Zanga Republic.
Now please...
stop reaching out to me,
and leave me alone.
- Give me a name.
Just give me a name,
and I promise you
I will end this.
[tense music continues]
- Please just
leave me alone.
I don't want
to be your buddy
I want you to rock your body
Rock, rock, rock your body
Rock
[upbeat music]
[singing in foreign language]
[traffic honking]
[bow thuds]
[flesh squelching]
[Zion groans]
- f*ck!
[suspenseful music]
[Zion breathing heavily]
[traffic honking]
[suspenseful music continues]
[people chatting indistinctly]
[man mumbling]
[people talking indistinctly]
Get the f*ck out the way!
[Zion grunting]
[tense music]
- Who is that?
Lights are on...
m*therf*cker.
[tense music continues]
Mister Man.
What the f*ck
are you looking for?
- I came to buy Matrix.
[laughs]
- Search the m*therf*cker.
- Shaka.
- Mister...
[laughs]
Zion Ladejo.
American brother.
What the f*ck,
do you want?
- I came to buy Matrix.
- Ah!
For Matrix,
is not for m*therf*ckers
like you, John Wick.
I know about your sister.
I know.
What did she do?
You remember what she do?
[All laugh]
[blow thuds]
Take this guy down.
This guy he play me.
You don't play
with Shaka!
You don't play
with Shaka!
m*therf*cker American boy!
[bat thudding]
[Zion grunts]
[Zion groans]
[sombre music]
You are a spy.
Yeah?
I didn't hear you.
f*ck you m*therf*cker!
[Shaka laughs]
[blows thudding]
[sombre music continues]
I'm the bass player.
I play at the Olympics.
How do they usually
do it again?
[g*n c*ck]
[men laughing]
m*therf*cker.
Drop the f*cking
g*n right now!
- Kid, run.
- Listen to Uncle Shaka!
Or I will f*cking
mess you up!
[Hundred] Uncle Shaka.
- Uncle Shaka.
Easy, now, nobody.
Just give me
that weapon
and you can
go on your way.
Do you want to play?
Eh?
BOO!
Run!
[Shaka laughs]
Look at her tiny,
scared a*s!
Madness.
- My brother,
share the spoils
of w*r with me.
- Your brain is
malfunctioning.
Your brain is
malfunctioning.
You're mad.
[phone buttons beeping]
I'm not going to
k*ll you boss.
[phone rings]
[Zion groaning]
Hello.
Officer.
Good evening, sir.
I want to report a m*rder.
I just saw him.
He's trying to escape, sir.
He's been knocked over.
They're coming
to arrest him.
[Man] Shaka, the actor.
Wisdom wants
to k*ll this man.
- I seen this one from
an American film.
[All laughing]
Hold on it...
- Put it in his hand...
- Put it in his hand!
- Hey, boys.
- Yes, sir
- Leave this
m*therf*cker to die.
He's too small for me.
This b*tch is done.
- Shaka!
- Yes!
- We strive...
to reduce the pain,
in all of its form,
through natural
substances...
[Director] And cut!
- You don't say cut.
- Sorry sir.
- You don't say cut.
I say cut!
Who are these
people behind me?
I told you to be
here at this time.
Now you see.
Now you guys get
out of my sight.
We go again. Let's,
let's... we go again.
Roll. Roll.
[tense music]
[Man] Come out! Come out!
This bad child, come out!
Get out of my house,
you useless child
they call Nike.
Neighbours,
please help me.
Get out, get out
of my house!
Open the door!
If you dare talk
back at me,
the boys will
deal with you
Nike, Nike!
Come and open
the door!
Answer me! Answer me...
- Good evening, sir.
- Where is my money?
I can't take
this anymore.
You owe me 300,000.
There is someone
ready to pay the rent.
If you know you
can't afford it.
Pack your things,
and go!
- Take.
- Ha ha! This is better now.
- Good night.
[door closes]
[tense music]
- Officer! Officer!
Get this man to a
hospital immediately.
- Sir, Commander Obi said
we should leave him inside.
- Really?
- That is the instruction
she gave to me.
- I see.
Get out of my way.
Get out of my way!
[pen scratching]
- It is not very often
that I get to see
Special Investigation
Unit in my office.
- The prisoner in
cell three needs
- The prisoner in cell three
has a history of violence,
and is a cold-blooded
m*rder*r.
- He is dying, Ma!
- And the world would be a much
better place for it.
- Commander, we both know,
that if he dies
in that cell,
questions will be asked.
- And should he
escape custody
in the hospital
and k*ll again...
both of which
you and I know
he is more than
capable of doing,
it will be my neck
on the line...
Inspector.
Therefore,
as far as
you're concerned...
he got into a fight
over his dead sister.
Which led to him
sh**ting a man dead,
in Zanga Republic.
The m*rder weapon was found
in his possession.
He was arrested...
and later succumbed
to his injuries,
and was pronounced
dead in his cell.
Any more questions,
Inspector?
[door opens and closes]
[siren wails]
- Move!
[siren wailing]
Stay with me.
Just stay with me.
Stay with me, stay with me,
hang in there, hang in there.
We're almost there.
You hear me?
Get out of the way!
You hear me?
[eerie music]
[children playing]
[sombre music]
[Shaka] I know
about your sister,
I know.
What the f*ck do you want?
For the last time.
I can't hear you.
f*ck you m*therf*cker!
[Shaka laughs]
You are a spy.
[blow thuds]
Eh?
I know about your sister,
I know.
[Men] Shaka, Shaka, Shaka.
[blow thuds]
[monitor beeping]
[traffic rumbling]
[gentle music]
[monitor beeping
[Zion gasps]
- How long was I out?
- One week.
I warned you.
I told you to stay away
from trouble,
but you wouldn't.
See what you've
done to yourself.
- This is just a big
misunderstanding.
That's all...
it's just...
it's... it's nothing.
[Mother sobs]
Please, it's OK.
Don't, don't
worry yourself.
Come on Ma, it's OK.
Don't worry, Ma.
I'm fine.
All my life I've
been a fighter
[indistinct]
Always on fire
All my life I've
been a fighter
[indistinct]
Always on fire
m*therf*cker
can't stop me now
They can't own me now
Been a fella all my life
[monitor beeping]
[Zion snoring]
[Zion] Ooh!
Ooh.
[monitor beeping]
- Why did they handcuff
you to the bed?
You are sick?
- What the hell are
you doing here?
- I snuck in to see you.
- How?
- Most people don't pay
attention to kids.
Plus, I'm smart.
- Hey, don't touch
anything here.
- Zion.
That's a weird name.
WOW! You're old.
- Shut up.
Give me that.
[monitor beeping]
I was better off
in a coma.
- I agree.
- Why did you
even come here?
Don't you know
it's not safe?
- Two reasons.
Firstly,
I wanted to make
sure you were OK.
When I'm sick, I feel a bit
better when I see my friends.
- OK...
...so we're supposed
to be friends now?
- Of course.
- Where are your parents?
- They're not around.
- You can get in big
trouble for being here.
You know the police
are right outside.
- I know, but I have to give
you something.
- What could you possibly
have that I need?
- That's you right,
in army clothes?
[tense music]
You're lucky I couldn't
crack the passcode,
or else I would
have sold it by now.
Take it.
- Where did you get this?
- I saw the bad guys hit her
with a big black car.
She dropped it,
and I took it,
but no one saw
me pick it up.
[tense music continues]
You did it.
[Zion] Ssh.
[Woman groans]
[Dr Baptiste] You take it in.
[tense music continues]
[Ronke] Someone's trying
to k*ll me!
I saw something
I shouldn't have seen!
Zion!
He injected me Zion!
[suspenseful music]
- OK... I've gotta
get out of here.
Give me your earring.
- Excuse me please.
- Excuse me, Ma.
The patient has only
awoken from his coma
within the last
eight hours.
It's highly dangerous
to move him at this early stage.
The hospital is against it.
- That is no ordinary patient.
I will personally escort
him back into custody,
where he will be lovingly
monitored by a police doctor.
- No, no, no.
Commander, Commander.
Commander.
Please. Please.
The patient is
still half dead.
Surely, we should leave
him there to recover.
We still have two officers
guarding the room
24 hours a day.
- Half dead?
- Yes, Ma.
- Half dead is not good enough,
inspector.
Excuse me.
[tense music]
Out of my way.
Out of my way!
[upbeat music]
[singing in foreign language]
[people chatting indistinctly]
- Long time no see.
[chuckling]
Huh?
My son.
I have been
expecting you.
- I need protection.
- Mmm.
These herbs...
will heal your wounds.
Ah!
But...
[chuckling]
this strain...
can increase your...
reflex time.
Big boss.
this particular hybrid,
can render you...
impenetrable...
to knives.
Or b*ll*ts.
- With all due
respect, Baba.
That's not the kind
of protection I'm looking for.
[Baba chuckling]
- Perhaps...
this is more of what
you had in mind.
Sweet.
[suspenseful music]
- Doctor Baptiste?
It appears we
have a problem.
A man named Zion Ladejo
escaped custody earlier today.
And he's been
asking questions
about his dead sister.
- Don't worry.
Just consider him
taken care of.
- This individual,
was dishonourably discharged
from the military.
He also served time in prison.
He should be considered
armed and
highly dangerous.
- Commander Obi... just
send me an address
and then I'll have my associates
take care of him.
- And the shipment?
- The shipment will
arrive as planned.
[upbeat music]
[Man] Who's this?
[indistinct chatter]
Who are you?
Come. Who do you
think you are?
Boy...
Who are you?
- Tell Chairman it's Zion.
[indistinct chatter]
- Not so tough now,
are you?
[g*ns c*ck]
[men shouting]
- Who the f*ck do
you think you are?
- Get out of here!
- The one and only Zion.
They say you are a ghost.
...back from the dead.
- Take me to see
Jagun-f*cking-labi!
[tense music]
- Wait here.
- So, you think
you're a big man?
- Let me see that hand.
f*cking stretch
that hand.
Please.
You go f*cking
stretch that hand.
Get this m*therf*cker
out of my sights.
Look who
we have here.
Zion Ladejo.
Growing up...
me and this n*gga used
to be like five and six.
- Until you started
dating my sister.
- My condolences again.
- She never did have
good taste in men.
[laughing]
- Jagun, who is
this guy now?
What is his...
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Watch your tone.
He and I were
brothers in arms.
In the days when
we were in the military.
So...
...what brings you to
my humble abode?
- m*rder.
The drug dealers
k*lled Ronke.
- f*ck that.
Ronke... k*lled Ronke.
They said she was high.
Ran into the street and
you know the rest of the story.
- No.
It was m*rder.
She filmed the
dealers k*lling a girl,
and lost her life
because of it.
They tried to
make it look like
it was a drugged up
accident.
- So why do you
come to me?
- How do I get
to this man?
- This level of information
needs to be paid for.
There.
[tense music]
Baptiste.
He's untouchable.
- How so?
- Money.
Power.
Fame.
It's a f*cking trifecta.
- How do I find him?
- You don't.
But you f*ck
with his money.
He'll find you.
- Who's the drug dealer
who drives the black van?
- You know you're
asking a lot of questions
for someone who
just came into town.
- Hey, you owe me.
- I don't f*cking
owe you sh*t!
- I saved your f*cking life!
- Black van. Who is he?
- Seems you want to die.
It's your funeral.
Shaka Bulla.
He's the street sentinel.
He runs Zanga Republic...
and he's the main
distributor for Baptiste.
- Who's the supplier?
- So the main chemicals
come from the US.
You can try the
local docks at Ijede.
Shaka Bulla's van
has been seen loading there.
You'll find what you need.
You need permission
to start a f*cking w*r, Zion.
And this is a w*r
you can't win.
[tense music continues]
Have a good life.
Or the rest of it.
The little you have.
[tense music continues]
- Please, please.
Follow him.
- Come on, get in.
[g*nf*re]
[tense music continues]
[rapid g*nf*re]
- I'm out, get to shore.
- Step on it.
- Faster, go faster.
Move, move.
[g*nf*re]
[g*nsh*t]
- I completely
understand Mr...
Anderson.
Your payment
will be delivered...
as agreed.
[Zion] It was m*rder.
She filmed the dealers
k*lling a girl.
And lost her life because of it.
[van engine rumbling]
[suspenseful music]
[g*nshots]
How do I find him?
[Jagun] You don't.
But you f*ck with his money,
and he'll find you.
[blows landing]
[suspenseful music]
You need permission
to start a f*cking w*r, Zion.
And this is a w*r you can't win.
Have a good life.
Or the rest of it.
The little you have.
[indistinct chatter]
[engine starts]
[upbeat music]
Then you better please pray
Officer, what's my offense?
- Which m*therf*cker did it?
Who took my van?
Who took my van?
Was it you?
Huh?
Why are you laughing?
No sir, no sir.
- Why are you laughing?
Huh?
What you find out?
Anybody that got him,
I'm gonna k*ll them.
Now I'm gonna get him.
He's mine.
You understand?
[All] Yes, sir!
You understand?!
[All] YES SIR!
Correct.
Now somebody go and
buy me Amala and Egusi.
Ga-ga, go-go!
[All] Go-go, ga-ga!
[tense music]
- Be careful,
please don't sh**t me!
- What the...
What the hell are
you doing here?
- I was hiding.
- Hiding? From who?
From who?
- You are funny when
you are angry.
- Get out.
Get out.
- I'm hungry.
- This is why I
don't want kids.
I'm gonna drop you off
at the police station.
Is that what you want?
Speak now,
talk, talk, talk!
[laidback music]
Ooh
OK, fine, fine. OK. OK.
You're my hero
(Hero)
You're my hero
But you're my hero
(Hero)
Cos you're my hero
Woah
- You brought her
from Zanga?
- I found her in the street.
- What's your name?
- Remi.
- How about your parents?
- They are dead.
- Who has been
taking care of you?
- I can take care of myself.
- Oh yeah.
- Don't worry.
I'll drop her off at the
orphanage tomorrow.
- Let her stay here.
You're my hero
(Hero)
You're my hero
[music fades]
[somber music]
You are packing?
You just came now.
- Forgive me, Ma.
I've got to find
another place to stay.
If anyone asks...
you tell them I went back
to the States after the funeral.
- Why?
- It's better you
don't know, Ma.
- Zion, tell me why.
Why, Zion?
- I can't risk your safety.
- I don't like this.
I don't like this
at all, at all!
I don't like it!
I just lost your sister.
They nearly beat
you to death.
Why?
Why are you
doing this to me?
What have I done to you?
Why are you treating
me like this?
- Ma, come on now.
Don't be angry, Ma.
- Don't be angry?
- Ma... if I don't do
something now
we're carrying this
pain around forever.
- Let the police
handle it now!
- It's too late for that, Ma.
It's too late.
They set me up.
If they find me,
they arrest me.
- What has my son
gotten himself into?
What have you
done to yourself?
What have you done?
Zion, please don't go!
Please. For God's sake,
don't go!
- Ma, come on, please.
Ma.
[Ma sobs]
Ma, it will all
be over soon.
It will all be over soon.
I have to take
care of this, Ma.
[sombre music continues]
You know this
girl is waiting.
Let's get back to her.
Before she steals
everything in our house.
[siren wailing]
[traffic honking]
- Officer.
Any witnesses?
- Nobody's willing to talk, sir.
- So all these people, and...
nobody saw a thing?
- They are all scared
of the dealers.
- They're scared
of the dealers, huh?
- Yes, sir.
[siren bleeps]
- Come with me.
- OK, sir.
[strikes match]
[tense music]
[Jagun] Baptiste?
He's untouchable.
[Zion] How so?
[Jagun] Money.
Power.
Fame.
It's a f*cking trifecta.
[Zion] How do I find him?
[Jagun] But you f*ck
with his money,
and he'll find you.
[tense music continues]
[suspenseful music]
[tires screech]
- You're late.
- Are you Chef Cook?
The chemist?
- Yes.
Where's Shaka Bulla?
- I'm the new guy.
[g*nsh*t]
[suspenseful music continues]
[bottle breaks
[fire roars]
- Did you think...
you could cut me out,
of a million dollar deal?
Here, I am God!
Here, I am King!
I f*cking rule!
[g*nsh*t]
[Obi] Have you located
our friend?
- Relax, Commander Obi.
We have it under control.
My boys are on him,
and I promise you,
once we get him
you'll be the first to know.
[suspenseful music continues]
- Boss Baptiste.
Good evening.
You're looking sharp.
- What the
f*ck happened?
- It was just a little
misunderstanding boss.
Some of my street
boys were attacked.
Now the police have
stormed the streets.
I suspect it's that JJC boy.
That American
m*therf*cker boy.
And he steal
my van, sir.
- f*ck your van!
They had like a
hundred thousand dollars
worth of product
in there.
Huh?
- Boss, I was able to save some
of the products,
and money from
the warehouses.
Everything is in there.
- You just saved
your own life.
We begin the
expansion in Abuja.
Don't f*ck this one up.
- Yes boss.
- Find me the phone.
k*ll the guy...
or I k*ll you.
Huh?
What did I say?
- Find the phone.
k*ll the guy,
or you k*ll me.
- Yes.
Let's go.
[suspenseful music continues]
-What the f*ck are
you looking at?
[traffic rumbling]
[horn honks]
- Get in.
- See, see, let me tell you,
they just fired me here.
I don't want to die too.
Just drive off, go!
Look, wind up and drive off,
before somebody
sees me here now!
- I don't have time for this,
will you get in?
- No, don't get down!
People are going to
see us here now!
- Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Let's go, let's go.
Get in the car quick.
- Why did you
come into my life?
I told you before
I don't want any trouble!
- And I told you
that I'd end this.
-Do you have any idea the people
that you are messing with?
If I'm seen inside this van
or anywhere near this van,
I could be k*lled,
do you realize that?
- Relax.
It's called hiding
in plain sight.
- No, it's suicide!
- Everyone knows
this vehicle.
Everyone's afraid
of this vehicle.
- This is insane.
- Where can I find
Shaka Bulla?
- I don't know his house.
- Where does he hang out?
- I told you before... Zanga.
- Not anymore.
[horn beeps]
- There's a local nightclub,
by Alwily Street.
I've seen him there
once or twice.
Are you going to k*ll him?
You know a reason
why I should?
- For what they did.
They all deserve to die.
- Listen, I'm sorry.
[sombre music]
- She was my friend too.
Be careful.
[phone ringing]
[suspenseful music]
- You're on.
Take care of it.
[suspenseful music continues]
- Give us money please.
- Give us money please.
- Give us money please.
- Give us money please.
Give us money please.
- Hey.
Hey.
I warned you.
Stay with my mom!
- I'm sorry, but I have
to face my business.
Time is money, and
it's all about business.
- What business?
- Remi, let's go now.
- I'm on my way!
- Come here.
I know you're
tough, OK?
I know you are tough.
But these streets
are dangerous.
And you're a child.
- I'm not a child.
- Remi... you're a child.
- And you are a liar.
You said we
were friends,
but all you care about
is to turn me into the police
like everybody else.
- I'm just trying to help
you find some family.
Get you back in school.
- No, you just want to take
me back to the orphanage.
I'd rather die
than go back there.
- Hey, hey, hey
don't say that.
- You are not
a good person.
Friends don't
drop each other.
- I never said
we were friends.
- Then go. Why are
you disturbing me?
- These streets are dangerous,
they're not safe.
- I know these streets.
No one will overpower me.
You are the one
that is not safe.
- You're right.
I'm not safe.
[tense music]
[buttons beeping]
[phone ringing]
[drum beating]
[eerie music]
[g*nf*re]
[Zion grunts]
[g*nf*re continues]
[Zion groans]
- Are you mad?
Your papa!
Are you mad?
Where's the m*therf*cker?
Get him!
[Zion groaning]
Get the m*therf*cker!
[g*nf*re]
Get him!
[suspenseful music]
- Whoa!
[horn beeping]
[g*nsh*t]
- You're not moving fast
enough to get away!
You're not getting away!
I'm gonna sh**t your papa!
You m*therf*cker!
You're a m*therf*cker!
[suspenseful music continues]
Hundred!
sh**t him! sh**t him!
Hundred, this guy's crazy!
- I'll sh**t your papa!
- f*ck him up!
- I'm gonna sh**t your papa!
sh**t him! sh**t him!
sh**t him!
sh**t him! sh**t him!
sh**t him!
[suspenseful music continues]
[horns honking]
Are you mad?
Are you mad?
f*ck!
m*therf*cker move!
m*therf*cker!
f*ck! Get him!
f*ck him up!
[Shaka shouting]
[sombre music]
[tires squealing]
[vehicle crashes]
[suspenseful music]
[Zion grunting]
[suspenseful music continues]
[Zion panting]
- Where are
you hiding?
So, you're
hiding from me?
Where are you
hiding him?
Where are you hiding him?
Show yourself!
I'm gonna blow
your head coward!
[suspenseful music continues]
- Hey!
[Zion grunting]
- Get on.
Quick.
[suspenseful music continues]
[g*nf*re]
[cartoon plays in background]
[knocking on door]
- Who is there?
- Good morning, Ma.
- Ah, mother, the mother.
Good morning, Ma.
- Morning.
Who are you looking for?
[Shaka laughing]
So this is the house
of the great Zion.
Mama, don't be angry.
I know it's too early.
We are friends.
Of Zion, your son.
We were in the
neighborhood,
I wanted to say hello.
Is he around?
- No, he's not here.
He's not here.
- Where is he?
- He went back
to America.
- America?
- He went back.
- Ah.
- Who will I tell him
came to look for him?
- Hey beautiful girl,
how are you?
- She's cute.
- Thank you.
- Anyway, mama,
you can tell him,
his two best friends,
came looking for him.
Just to surprise him.
- It's OK, I will tell him
when he comes.
You're welcome.
- OK, have a nice day.
Did you hear?
You're looking amazing.
- Thank you very much.
- Shaka.
- Thank you.
- Goodbye.
Let's go.
- Shaka, you are a lizard.
- Don't worry, don't worry,
don't run don't run.
[sombre music]
- I'm sure you should be pleased
to know that we have your cut.
We'll be wiring your percentage
to your private account...
[Zion groans]
- Pay his mother...
another visit.
That should
smoke him out.
- You need a hospital.
- No.
Get my medical supplies.
Just... just need
my medical supplies.
- It was my fault
your sister died.
She was late
for work and...
she needed a
place to change.
So I told her to
use that room.
Ronke, don't touch anything.
I had no idea the
guys who rented it
would come back
that early, and...
she was trapped in there.
She witnessed them
m*rder a woman.
So they put a
g*n to my head,
and asked me
to hide the body.
They gave me
half a million Naira.
I'm ashamed of what I did.
I loved your sister.
She was my friend.
My best friend.
[sombre music continues]
- It wasn't your fault.
It wasn't your fault.
[knocking on door]
- Peace be unto this home.
- Who are you and
what do you want?
- My name is
Doctor Baptiste,
and we are on a search,
for your son.
Where is he?
- I don't know
where he is.
- You don't know
where he is?
You try to play smart
with me madam, hmm?
[hand slaps]
[Ma screams]
- I am finished.
I don't know
where he is!
[tense music]
- Hey, hey, hey!
[hand slaps]
[Ma screams]
Sit the f*ck down!
Now I'm gonna
ask you again...
and you're
gonna tell me.
Where the f*ck...
is your son?
- He doesn't tell me
where he goes because,
just, for my protection.
He doesn't tell
me anywhere.
Where...
Where...
...is he?
Where?
Where?
Where...
is your son?
[blows land]
[Baptiste exhales]
[menacing music]
[buttons beeping]
[phone ringing]
- Careful.
[phone vibrating]
- Hello? Ma?
Ma?
- Oh, I'm so surprised
you're still alive.
- If you touch one
hair on her head...
I swear to God...
- Will you shut
that pie hole of yours!
Shut, shut your mouth.
Shut your mouth, OK?
And then you listen.
You listen carefully.
If I don't get
my phone Zion,
I promise you...
All...
All that you love.
All that you hold dear.
Everything.
I'll take it all from you.
- Hello?
Hello?
[Nilke] Careful.
[Zion groans]
[phone ringing]
- Jagunlabi.
I need your help.
[bike engine roaring]
[Zion panting]
[sombre music]
- Ma?
Mami?
Ma?
Ma?
Ma?
Remi?
[Zion groans]
Ma?
Ma?
Mami?
[sombre music continues]
[singer vocalising]
- I don't want to
lose both of you.
I asked you to stay
away from trouble,
but you wouldn't.
[sombre music continues]
[singer vocalising]
Let it be nothing.
Things always go bad
whenever you are
around him.
[singing in foreign language]
[Baptiste] All that you love.
All that you hold dear.
I'll take it all from you.
- I wanted to make
sure you were OK.
When I'm sick, I feel a bit
better when I see my friends.
[music continues]
No
[singing in foreign language]
- Lay him down here.
Lay him down here.
Easy. Easy.
Jagun.
[Jagun] Baba.
I greet you.
- I have to go...
- If you leave here, you die.
Are you listening to me?
Relax.
You're wounded,
and you've lost a lot of blood.
This is gonna hurt.
Alright. Hold still.
[music intensifies]
Stay down! Stay down.
Let's go.
Hold him steady.
- Give him something
that will calm him.
- Ero.
Iron...
Lion...
Zion.
[eerie music]
[Zion gasping]
OG. Welcome back.
Yes, your body
needed the rest.
How do you feel now?
- Good.
- Be patient.
Hmm.
So drink this.
Drink it.
- What's that?
- [chuckling] Drink it.
Instead, pound the yam.
Put it in, put it in.
Drink it!
Drink it. Drink.
Finish it.
- I have to go.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
I recommend you
rest until daybreak.
- And so do I.
You need the rest.
Rest.
- Are you listening?
I have to go.
- Stop. Stop.
If you insist on venturing
into this underworld...
let me at least,
give your spirit
some protection.
Pay attention.
The work is important.
This is serious work.
[tense music]
This one...
will serve you better than,
g*ns and ammunition.
It also wouldn't hurt...
to wear this.
- So what's your next move,
brother?
- Revenge.
- Blood begets blood.
- We'll go with you.
[tense music continues]
But once this is over...
all debts are paid.
[tense music continues]
[singer vocalising]
[people shouting]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nf*re]
[people shouting]
[g*nf*re continues]
[people shouting]
-Go-go!
-Ga-ga!
-Ga-ga!
-Go-go!
- Goooo-Go!
Goooo-Go!
[tense music continues]
[body thuds]
[people shouting]
[Shaka laughing]
Jagun, Jagun!
What's up?
My brother.
Long time no see.
What's really happening?...
- Shaka Bulla.
- Uh-huh?
- You...
and your f*cking
zombie tribes,
are no longer welcome
in this community.
This is the end.
It's time to leave.
- Me?
Jagun, Jagun.
Go?
"All of you are
no longer welcome."
[all laughing]
Forget it, my brother!
Me?
It's a free country.
Me and my boys.
Can set up shop
any f*cking place!
And there's nothing you
can f*cking do my brother.
- You broke the code.
You got family
involved in this sh*t.
And you and your
f*cking walking dead...
have turned this area...
into sh*t with your drugs.
These are our
ancestral land.
And the Sons of the Soil.
You need permission
to f*ck with this land.
I'm gonna give
you two choices.
Either you...
leave this community
and live.
Or...
you stay...
and everybody dies.
Your choice.
- You know.
You know both of us
are the Sons of the Soil.
You make your money.
I make my money.
No problems.
Then this m*therf*cker,
American boy.
[tense music continues]
Comes into our business.
He wants to tear us apart.
Your head is not right.
Shaka and Jagunlabi.
We are brothers.
Now, both of us.
We'll remain here.
So what's it going
to be my brother?
f*ck him up.
- He came back
with nothing.
- f*ck him up.
Jagun, Jagun!
f*ck him up.
- American boy.
[Shaka] American m*therf*cker.
- Shaka and Jagunlabi!
- American boy.
- You what?
- f*ck you.
[Shaka laughs]
- So what's it gonna be?
- You disappoint me,
Jagun, Jagun.
- f*ck that sh*t.
- You are my brother.
- But f*ck you.
- Go pull the trigger!
sh**t him!
- Alright, so be it...
- BANG!
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nf*re]
Are you mad?
You wanna play with Shaka?
[g*nf*re continues]
[ Please! Have mercy on me!
[fire crackling]
[g*nf*re continues]
[woman sobbing]
[Woman] I don't know who
k*lled my husband.
I don't know who
k*lled my husband.
[Woman sobbing]
Please help!
[sombre music]
Please, please!
[g*nsh*t]
- All units! All units!
Man down, man down!
Lock the perimeter!
Man down, man down!
[Woman] Someone call the medic!
Call the medic right now!
[tense music]
[upbeat music]
[traffic honking]
- You've been
enjoying yourself.
This one is seven.
[people chatting indistinctly]
Shaka's here.
Go and handle
your business.
Give me that.
- Hey, Shaka Bulla!
[g*nsh*t]
[body thuds]
[tense music]
- Who f*cking k*lled
my mother?
- I don't know!
- Who the f*ck
k*lled my mother?
- I swear I don't know,
I swear I don't know.
I swear it wasn't me,
I swear it wasn't me!
I swear...
- Open your mouth.
Where's the girl?
You're gonna tell me
where the girl is
or I'm gonna blow
your f*cking brains out.
Do you hear me?
[Hundred grunting]
- I think...
I think Shaka
has the girl.
I don't know where, I swear!
I don't know!
- Where?
- He, he's at the nightclub,
Palm's nightclub.
Please don't k*ll me,
please don't k*ll me!
Please!
- You nasty a*s b*tch
a*s m*therf*cker!
- Please don't k*ll me!
- I should f*ck you up...
- Please, please, please,
please, please...
[siren wailing]
[g*nf*re]
[mellow music]
[singing in foreign language]
[music intensifies]
[people cheering]
[Shaka] Strike it.
- Somebody help!
Somebody help me!
[tense music continues]
[g*nf*re]
- My...
...f*cking knee!
You shot me!
m*therf*cker American boy!
[Shaka shouting]
- Get in the f*cking van,
you piece of sh*t!
[suspenseful music]
- m*therf*cker American boy.
- Shaka...
I have two questions for you.
How you answer
these questions...
will determine how fast...
or how slow...
you die.
Do you hear me?
[Shaka] f*ck you.
- Who k*lled my Mama?
- I don't want to
lose both of you.
- f*ck you.
m*therf*cker American boy.
[suspenseful music continues]
- You can feel it?
You can feel it, can you?
You can feel it?
You feel that?
[Shaka groaning]
Who k*lled my mama?
- Listen to me!
- I hear you!
Listen to me!
Jesus...
Baptiste.
- Baptiste?
- It was Baptiste.
Do you hear me?
- Where's the girl?
[both grunting]
Where is the girl?
- Abuja, Abuja, Abuja.
- Abuja, is she there now?
- She's there, she's there.
Baptiste wants to expand.
We just took her
for leverage.
[Zion exclaims]
- How is she going
to get there?
I'll twist this
f*cking knife!
- They're at six ten.
- Six ten?
Six ten where?
- Platform 1.
- Hey?
- I beg, I beg, I beg!
Please, please, please!
They are expecting me.
Baptiste is expecting me.
On a First Class... carriage.
I gave him up.
[flesh squelching]
[Shaka screams]
- f*cking take it!
[Shaka groaning]
[sinister music]
[engine revving]
[body thuds]
[man laughs]
- Where's the phone?
[sinister music continues]
[train horn blares]
[Announcer] The train
at platform two
will be departing shortly.
[tense music]
[Announcer 2] Attention
all passengers.
The six ten train will be
arriving shortly on platform 1.
Boarding starts now.
[tense music continues]
[people talking indistinctly]
- See, see, see, see.
The guy carries a g*n.
- Jesus!
- Hey, he has a g*n.
[Woman] He has a g*n.
[Man] Has a g*n, has a g*n.
[Woman 2] Jesus, he has a g*n.
[train horn blares]
[Man 2] I beg,
I beg, I beg, shift.
[tense music]
- You here to arrest me?
- I'm here to arrest Baptiste.
And you?
- I'm here to k*ll him.
[tense music continues]
- Your ticket...
Your ticket...
Your ticket...
Your ticket please...
Your ticket...
Your ticket...
[g*nsh*t]
Your ticket...
Your ticket...
Your ticket...
Your ticket...
Your ticket please...
Your ticket please...
Your ticket...
[Zion exhales]
Your ticket...
Your ticket...
Your tick...
[Inspector whimpering]
[Zion] Sorry.
[g*nsh*t]
[Woman] Jesus!
He has a g*n! He has a g*n!
Move! Move!
[Zion ]Get down!
Stay down!
[g*nf*re]
Get down!
Everybody stay down!
[g*nf*re continues]
[people shrieking]
[g*nf*re continues]
Ah!
[blows thudding]
Stay down!
Stay down!
[tense music continues]
- I knew,
you would find me...
eventually.
- Let her go.
- In my hand is a
tranquilizer g*n.
It has enough narcotics
to k*ll, like, five men.
You sh**t me...
I accidentally,
discharge. Reflex.
She dies.
She has nothing
to do with this.
Isn't it me you want?
- Oh yes, yes, yes,
it's you I want.
Drop the g*n.
- Wait.
Let's make a deal.
- Deal?
I like, I like deals.
Now, what deal?
Tell me.
[tense music continues]
You take it in.
- I also have your shipment.
Five million US.
You give me the girl.
I give you the bag.
- Close your ears.
f*ck you!
[Baptiste laughs]
You give me the bag,
then I give you the girl.
[tense music continues]
- Take it.
- You...
have cost my enterprise...
so much.
Troublemaker.
I could just...
sh**t you right
here in the heart.
And then you die.
But where's
the fun in that?
You see, I am Doctor
Baptiste and I...
I love to be fair.
You see,
growing up...
my father...
he used to box.
And...
he was pretty good.
My mother's
body and mine
were his punching bag.
So...
at the tender age,
I learned how to...
defend myself.
My first victim...
was my father's jaw.
And my last victim...
was your Mom!
And she cried.
[combatants grunting]
You pig!
[blows landing]
[tense music continues]
[combatants grunting]
[tense music continues]
No... please...
No.
Please.
Please.
I am...
I'm a doctor.
Please!
- Remi.
Close your eyes.
[g*nsh*t]
[somber music]
So what now?
- You've caused
a lot of problems
you know that, right?
If I see you again,
I'll arrest you.
Understood?
- Thanks.
[sombre music continues]
[gentle music]
[g*nsh*t]
- What the f*ck is
going on Baptiste?
[Zion] Baptiste is dead.
- Zion?
[Zion] How much were they
paying you to keep quiet?
- You have absolutely
no proof,
and you're way
in over your head.
You hear me, Zion?
I will have law enforcement
all over your a*s
between here and Egypt!
Do you hear me?
[phone beeping]
Zion?
Hello?
[knocking on door]
[tense music]
- Well, Commander, these...
EFSC officials would like
to speak with you.
Regarding the
unsolicited funds
you have been receiving
from Doctor James Baptiste.
We have payments
and messages from his phone,
directly connecting you to
the m*rder of three individuals.
[Obi sighs]
You are looking at
a life sentence, Ma.
Commander Obi.
You are under arrest.
Please hand over
your badge...
and your g*n.
- Uh, Inspector Bello.
I don't do jail.
[g*nsh*t]
[tense music continues]
[Zion] Our people have a saying.
Ti ogun ba kuro ni ile,
alaafia ma bo wa.
When w*r,
leaves the house,
peace
will return
After the son of the soil
[upbeat music]
After the son of the soil
Whoa
After the son of the soil
[rapping indistinctly]
I'm the son of the soil
Nothing can hit me
I don't get destroyed
Stories of men we don't fall
to my sword
[indistinct]
Son of the soil
My blood on the ground
I'm where I belong
this is my promised land
I'm four generations
of greatness within
Leaving my city
without being king
Voice of the people
Don't get me standing
up bloody with people
Step in my life
and be safe from the evil
Take to the sky
watch me fly like an eagle
Soil
Son of the soil
[singing indistinctly]
Came to do the time
came to do better
Son of the soil
[music continues]
The son of the soil
I could be son of the soil
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music ends]
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Son of the Soil (2025)
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