Blood in the honey

Title: “Blood in the Honey (Amapiano Groove)”**

Eh-eh! (Yah-yah-yah)

We dey see the game, we no blind oh (No blind oh)

Dem dey chop, we dey grind oh (We dey grind oh)

But we still go rise, we go shine oh!

From Lagos to Freetown corner,

Na the same old story, same drama.

Big man smile with designer collar,

Poor man hustle, no get dollar.

We build the road, dem steal the tar,

We find the truth, dem lock the bar.

Still the youth dem no dey tire,

Spirit strong, heart full of fire.

We no want fake love again (no more!)

We no go sit down in pain (stand tall!)

Hear the voice from the rain —

Afrika dey call our name!

Why the honey taste like blood oh? (Yah-yah!)

We dey suffer but we good oh (Good oh!)

See the sweat for my hood oh (My hood!)

Still we dancing, still we push oh (Push oh!)

Till corruption fall down low-low-low-low!

Till the people rise up strong, strong, strong!

See my sister hustle for market,

But the taxman carry her basket.

Dem say the nation get money,

But e miss like ghost for morning.

We pray for peace, we want justice,

No division — one conscience.

From Abidjan to Monrovia sky,

Na unity go turn the tide!

Stand up! Stand up!

West Africa rise up!

Stand up! Stand up!

Let the truth light us up!

Why the honey taste like blood oh?

We dey fight but we love oh.

Every beat, every drum oh,

Na the voice of the people oh.

Till corruption fall down low-low-low-low,

We no stop till the justice show!