PAPA
Verse 1
Papa, I no sabi wetin make you think say you fit talk
To big man dem like say dem small pikin when you waka.
Dat tyranny, dat bullying—e no work today,
Di fear wey you use when we be small don fade go way.
All di beating wey we chop when we be young and weak,
You still dey try use am now like say we no don reach.
You dey talk to we like pikin, like time don stand still,
But we don grow now, Papa—strong head, strong will.
Papa, hear me… I nearly fall for edge,
I climb back small small wit my own two leg—
If man fit call am two, since one spoil from bullet wey hit.
You no see di work, di sleepless night, di pain wey I sit.
Verse 2
You suppose thank God for di children wey you get,
Some man no even survive di road dem choose yet.
You even lucky say no be all my brother dem dey feel like me,
Some still choose peace where I dey see things clearly.
You talk say if na me one remain, you for sleep under bridge,
Maybe na true—but hear dis message:
You lucky say I no turn dat person wey you think say I fit be,
I still get heart, I still lead wit humanity.
Hook (Chorus)
Papa, you don reach eighty—time suppose humble di proud,
Na prayer season dis, no be time for hurt we loud.
Instead you dey cause pain, scatter house, plant division,
Break your own blood wit planned decision.
Verse 3
Eighty year old, still choose control over grace,
Still dey light fire then waka commot from di place.
You spend whole life pull brother dem apart,
Now look di damage, di crack, di scar for heart.
Na you do am—congratulate yourself now,
You build wall where common ground suppose dey grow.
But I still hope say we, di children, fit one day repair
Wetin you spend lifetime tear apart wit careless care.
Outro
Dis no be hate, na truth from heart I dey talk,
I tire for carry load wey no be my own work.
Mic drop—no more silence, no more pretending
