Me m'asɛm ne sɛ
I mean, once you've been able to get to that kind of position
I mean wo mma bɛkɔ school ɛwɔ aburokyire
That kind of thing
Your livelihood is assured
Even the benefits and even the opportunities a ɛwɔ mu no dɔɔso
But just serve the people well
Do you understand?
Just serve the people well
"Glass Nkoaa" top I give you all my rational take
Say wana leaders just dey fockop plus the national cake
But ebe passion or hate?
Well hate be passion
Of late, I just dey wonder
Whether I for take some action or wait
But y'all relaxin'
Like you no dey pay taxes on electronic transactions
I no get a fraction of faith
This ship is crashin' oo
Wake up
Take the cash from your safe
Then lef the country
Chale this song ain't for traction or gains
'Cause I know some niggas steady workin' but still askin' for pay
Yeah, your bosses no dey give a f*ck
Them get some mansions for Spain
Chale use your gumption okay?
'Cause there's no stash in your grave
That be why all wana game boys all start dey call clients
That be why the slay queens all start dey off pant
That be why the macho men all start dey rob
'Cause edey bore how them poor
Wey the rich man dey chop
Guy, the ship no sail — but w'ashorti cargo
This knot is hard
So my formula be one
You for boot like you dey race for Monte Carlo
Yeah, we got some narrow minds
Chale we for swallow pride then barb
Ghana be beans!
And we livin' on borrowed time
Yankee no be gutter like this
I for lef inside
This yawa no for follow my kids
Wakin' up another day to see the dollar rise
Sh*t!
I quit!
Kookusi, the system's all a lie
I'm at the end of all of my wits
Ɛnnɛ akwadaa pɛ ade kɔkɔɔ ahwɛ a
Mentumi nkyerɛ no one Cedi mpo
Woama nsuo ataa aponkyerɛne
Now we're living in a war zone
Yeah
We're living in a war zone
Ɛnkanee na bronya so na borgafoɔ no ba a
Me ne Yaw Asomaning
Soa ɔmo kɔ town kyerɛ ɔmo gɔbɛ mu killer bean
Them go start dey talk about brutality
Murder
Humanity
Honestly
Na ɛyɛ me ahi, ɛnnɛ ɛsɛ m'ani
Bullets in the pupil, it's an eyesore
School nkwadaa 19
Bisa what they died for
Wɔɔkɔ mia wɔn ani na daakye y'ammɛka n'anim
But a doodoo say -
(To wo bo ase) hmm
Yɛ te ha a na Mr. Barnes noaa
Bɛsoaa ne nua ne mma
Kɔtoaa ne yere wɔ Yankee
Gotta get them out of the hood
On October 22nd wakɔ si ketewa no classes
But the lesson there was tragic
It was scary to look
A gun man with a black band
Ready to cook
Steady pumping the automatic in the chest of a rook
Paramedics tried to mend it
He was seven
Blood spilling on the coloring book
Kuuku never had the chance to be a rapper
Be a baller
Be a doctor
Be a lawyer
Be an engineer
With a pair of bullets, see, them off the family chandelier
Ɔpapa te Ghana unaware
Who go tell am?
Father asɛɛte Muscatella, asɔ tele
Ɔnkɔ hwɛ a ne ba no red blood, gushing out the black skin
Aljazeera live, but ihn mind dey do am Netflix
Frantic
Screaming over errors that he can't fix
I'm asking
Asking Nyankopɔn if I be next
Medɔ bibiara ɛtɔ da bi a it's like I lost it
How this thing be blessing if my life is what the cost is?
How this thing be knockout?
Ebe bullets in excelsis
How many more lives we for exchange for all these flower pots?
Uproars?
Twitter wars?
Hashtags?
Thoughts?
Prayers?
Memorials?
Chale!
Ghana be beans, I bab
But it ain't gravy here either
It ain't gravy
Chale cool down
Cool down
I dey barb
But if enobe gravy aa
Why you still dey there?
Why you no go come dey here plus we?
Yo, if enobe say I dey fear like I come long time
You dey fear what?
What paa you dey fear?