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Blood on Power 2 by Sam

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Blood on Power 2 by Sam - Nigerian Drill / Afro-Drill music cover art

Blood on Power 2

Nigerian Drill / Afro-Drill

0:002:41
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Ìjọba wà fún gbogbo wa, kì í ṣe fún ọkàn ṣoṣo. But we just beg to survive each day.
They build empires on our silence, And called it peace,
But the blood still speaks, Ìyọm nà mọ sọ rọ rí.
They took the crown, not the curse that came with it,
Built castles, but never fixed the pit.
They write history in gold and lye,
While we walk barefoot and ask why.
Corruption is culture, they call it norm,
And when we protest, they say we wrong.
Tiọtí tọ bài wà, ọfìn wàn ọdà. But their laws are made of wax and war.
Ballots burned in bags of rice,
Every promise tagged with a price.
They flex in suits, stitched with blood,
We die for crumbs, they toast with mud.
They campaign with hope, deliver fear,
Same story told every four years.
Ìwọn nà làshe kọn fè'e ẹ̀rà, ọn nì fè'e ẹ̀gà. But we remember, we never forget.
Chops in the gutter, unheard by grace,
Leaders blind to the people's face.
Mother cries with empty pot,
While billionaires sip on rye.
Education's now a weapon too,
Who can't afford to break the rules.
Yì lèng bèi wà, fùn gòc bèi wà,
Kì yì xè xùn ọc càng xò xè. But we just beg to survive each day.
We live where dreams don't go,
In streets where seeds never know sun.
We rise early just to suffer first,
And sleep late with hunger's curse.
They ask why we loot, but they robbed us first.
From birth to death, or first to thirst.
ọn fì'i rẹ̀tí xè ọp, bàrọn nà xù bọn cọr xiè vĩ.
All we ever had was drug and the scars.
They build churches with stolen sweat.
Ask for offering while we're in debt.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.
Pastors did.