Fresh Friday Lyrics(Homegrown African-Can you hear ft Sainty)

Fresh Friday Lyrics(Homegrown African-Can you hear ft Sainty)

Chorus: Sainty
So tell me can you hear now? x3

Tell me can you

Cause you’re all we got. x4So tell me can you

So tell me can you hear now?

So tell me can you

Tell me can you

Cause you’re all we got
Verse 1: Hayze Engola
I am blood money, I am Hastings

I am dead soldiers, I am their sins

I am their forefathers, I see things

I am religion, I am your teachings

I am that holy water that Jesus walked, that Moses split

I am that secret society that don’t exist

I am that poor kid, I am that rich one

I am that Muslim, I am that Christian

I am a guerilla, I am a killer

I am on that slave ship, I am that NIGGA!!!!!!!!

I am that diamond in the rough, I am the rich people that wear it

I am that poor man that digs it, I am that blind man with a vision

I am that leader that is greedy, I am his people that are needy

I am that human that’s in traffic , see I wonder why they sell me

I am that prophet that’s on tv, the one that sells you miracles

They never taught me math, but name a problem that I couldn’t solve

I am that AK, I am that rifle

I am the Quran, I am the bible

I am a king… I am your every title
Chorus
Verse 2: Classick
I am all about survival, I don’t believe in God, I don’t believe in ya’ll, and I don’t believe the bible

Ama shoot to rise, kill to survive, this dirty tribal, these bloody tribal civil wars,

Ama kill the rival of course

That’s not me talking that was the mind state of a little boy in Sierra Leone, with a gun in his hand

Of a mind state of a little boy in Ivory Coast who never had fam

They killed his fam, now  he’s in a gang and he takes the gang as his fam

And he takes the gang, goes to the clan which killed his fam and its Bang!

They killed the whole clan, apart from two little boys who did escape

History repeats itself, what do you expect?

Peace? I doubt it, that’s why its Africans on Africans on the news

Politicians and religions don’t want to lose

Why the hell did they kill Lucky Dube? killing our talent

Oscar killed his girl, screwed up his image and his own talent

Where the hell are we going? What really went wrong?

You want change in the mother land? Start with the man in the mirror and sing this song (gone)

Chorus: Sainty

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