(Th3)
Peace...lemme preach
Even though I’m incomplete
And spit like a western deltan
Here to talk about my people
Itsekiris fought with Ijaws
You bite your own blood (jaw,bite)
In the wars
We saw oil and started thieving
Stopped fishing and started beefing
I dug deep and
I got buried in the sand
Came out in another land
No longer a man
But a ghost
Verses are fearsome
But I fear none
Plus I’ve had like 2 sticks
So grant me your ear drums
This nation of mine
Needs sanitation of mind
Face defeat knee deep in shit
Volunteer peeps with bibs
Can’t clean the hood
Cos a crime wave sweeps the street
We’re all rotten fruits in a basket
You only find the truth
When you lying in a casket
The most activist
Were active in the east
RIP to Ojukwu
He fought for the people
He was real
So they couldn’t bear what he brew
That’s why I practice religion in my own way
Party with the Christians on a Friday
Smoke with the Muslims on a Sunday
But God dey
We need a Robin Hood
Cos the rich are robbing the hood
And majority in the south poor (south paw)
They bring the big box in (boxing)
And wrestle us for your daughters
Or maybe I’m just speaking out of order
(YL)
I see you bout to leave here in a hurry
But I’m working for them better days
Every morning
So stay for the night
Just stay for the night
Believe me I promise
X2
(Jaiye)
Our generation is bad
Plus the generator bad
So we need to change the plug
Let’s begin with the question
Before the finessing
Learning is a slow process
Every minute just feels like yesterday
With a few lessons
The one you take
And the one you hate
There’s no guessing or anticipating
Relating to all the circumcised patients
I seem to be patient
Feeling like I need a doctor in the hospital
When it’s more illogical
When you wanna face life and the obstacles
There’s so much to lose
The world spins in a cycle
And the human beings eat and recycle
Still time is a virtue
Still man is a statue
Before the most high
Makes the time makes the vacuum
And the light deems
And you smell doom for the doctor
For now the feeling is fantastic
Speakers blasting as the cameras captures
But time passes
And all you do, feel pain
All you do, feel ashamed
But the gold chains take away
The pain and the bad feelings
Some say money is D’Evils
You flow little
Dripping blood from the old pictures
Some say it’s impossible
The lauryn hill of the future
Or better yet
The Walter reed to get rid of the killah priest
(YL)
I see you bout to leave here in a hurry
But I’m working for them better days
Every morning
So stay for the night
Just stay for the night
Believe me I promise
X2