Blood in the Honey

Blood in the Honey

Corruption no be today o.

From west side to west side, we dey feel am.

But the people no go tire!

From Lagos road to Accra side,

Na we dey suffer, dem dey ride.

Big man chop, e clean mouth wide,

Poor man sweat just dey divide.

We get gold, we get cocoa,

But light no stable, water no flow.

Dem sign paper, money don go,

Na why the streets dey vex so.

Dem say make we calm down,

But the fire for our heart no dey calm down.

Every youth for the block don wise now,

We dey see wetin dey go down.

Why the honey dey taste like blood?

See my people dey cry for God.

Same story for every hood,

From West Africa, we dey shout, “Enough!”

Why the honey dey taste like blood?

We dey dance but we still dey talk.

Till the system shake and fall,

We no go stop till we free us all.

See my sister for market stall,

Tax too high, she fit lose it all.

Dem build mansion, dem build wall,

Hospital break, who go answer call?

Youth dey japa cross the sea,

’Cause home no dey feel like home to be.

But if we join body, you go see,

Power still dey for you and me.

Caller: Who get power?

Crowd: Na the people!

Caller: Who get voice?

Crowd: Na the people!

Caller: If we rise, who fit stop us?

Crowd: Nobody fit stop the people!

Why the honey dey taste like blood?

See my people dey cry for God.

Same story for every hood,

From West Africa, we dey shout, “Enough!”

Why the honey dey taste like blood?

We dey dance but we still dey talk.

Till the system shake and fall,

We no go stop till we free us all.