C-REAL [VERSE ONE]

I’m back like I’m picking up luggage
Accra be my home & I love it
All our treasures are buried in rubbish
So we keep hustling, looking for nuggets
We’ve got youth on the streets mean mugging
You could say our demeanor is rugged
Some go hate cos its hard to show love here
Cos our egos are weak and they love fear
So we choose to retreat when the love nears
But we love God, that’s the biggest drug here
And these Pastors they’re the biggest thugs here
Amen’s what I say to the cashier
Then she pass me my cash
I don’t count, I just feel on the bag

Cos if you know money chale, you go know money
You go suffer on the streets with no money chale
This is life in Accra…just normally chale

Yeah Chale…naa…I for cool down
Cos the voice in my head’s just getting too loud

I need to think for a minute