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Blood on Power 1 by Sam

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Blood on Power 1 by Sam - Nigerian Drill / Afro-Drill music cover art

Blood on Power 1

Nigerian Drill / Afro-Drill

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They build empires on our silence, And call it peace, but the blood still speaks,
Ba yéi’s ná ma sò fró.
They took the crown, not the curse that came with it, Built castles, but never fixed the pit.
They write history in golden lath, While we walk barefoot and ask why.
Corruption is culture, they call it norm, And when we protest, they say we wrong.
Thì yòu tì tò bà wà, often when I die, But their laws are made of rags and war.
Ballads brine your bags of rice, Every promise tagged with the price,
They flex in suits stitched with bloody dyke, For crumbs they toast with mud.
They campaign with hope, deliver fear, Same story told every four years,
I wọ̀n ná lǎ shì kè nǐ fēi éi dà, nǐ fēi éi à gà.
But we will never, we never forget, Shouts in the gutter unheard by grace,
Leaders blind to the people′s face, Mother cries with empty pot,
While billionaires sip on rot.
Education is our weapon too, Hooking the forehead to break through walls,
Yì yòu bò wà fùn bò bò wà, kì yì shè fùn ò càng trò trò.
But we just beg to survive each day, We live where dreams don′t grow,
In streets where seeds never know sun, We rise early just to suffer first,
And sleep late with hunger′s curse.
They ask mami lù, but they robbed us first, From birth to death, reverse the thirst.
Wàn fǐ yì ré tì shè à wǒ rán, shù bàn gò shì éi ré.
All we ever had was struggling scars, They built churches with stolen sweat,
Asked for offering while we′re in debt, Asked us di death.
Translated by Hua Chenyu English Subs