Nneka - Soul Is Heavy paroles de (lyrics)
[Nneka - Soul Is Heavy paroles de lyrics]
Naija, in the loud and roudy of my world
There's a secret place where I find myself
Can I find you? Biafra, the noise of horns
Of thirsty nigerians of hustlers
Of mothers confront me as I walk pass
Lagos, in prayer contemplation, like a ghost
I feel the sorrow of a many
Still I do not know how much pain it takes
Naija, I walk the island, I walk the mainland
I see diversity, I smell capacity
But still we suffer, why?
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies
Naija, generators wake from my self pity
No time to waste like okana, really hit's
Naija, for too long we have surrendered
To the ignorance of ourself defense in you
We have failed america, how far must we walk
In calamity in suppression
How long would take for you to love Naija
As I sit here I want to live
There are so many plans for you
But still I can’t deliver
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies
Stealing money in my country’s plight
You’re stealing money in my country’s plight
Great mother my respect for you is in depht
My fear od death for you might kill me
Fallen lucifer, percieve wahala
As we embrace you with change
You stay selfish fundamental
Black Africa, we still survive
We still will rise for the world
Needs us to be America? This soul is heavy
The little you have left to me
I charge to function in your madness
I am in your madness i am
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies
There's a secret place where I find myself
Can I find you? Biafra, the noise of horns
Of thirsty nigerians of hustlers
Of mothers confront me as I walk pass
Lagos, in prayer contemplation, like a ghost
I feel the sorrow of a many
Still I do not know how much pain it takes
Naija, I walk the island, I walk the mainland
I see diversity, I smell capacity
But still we suffer, why?
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies
Naija, generators wake from my self pity
No time to waste like okana, really hit's
Naija, for too long we have surrendered
To the ignorance of ourself defense in you
We have failed america, how far must we walk
In calamity in suppression
How long would take for you to love Naija
As I sit here I want to live
There are so many plans for you
But still I can’t deliver
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies
Stealing money in my country’s plight
You’re stealing money in my country’s plight
Great mother my respect for you is in depht
My fear od death for you might kill me
Fallen lucifer, percieve wahala
As we embrace you with change
You stay selfish fundamental
Black Africa, we still survive
We still will rise for the world
Needs us to be America? This soul is heavy
The little you have left to me
I charge to function in your madness
I am in your madness i am
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies
I am, the voice of Isaac Boro
I speak Ken Saro Wiwa
I am, the spirit of Jaja of Opobo
Fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class
Of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country’s plight
A soldier pretending to be a politician
You teacher who know nothing
Do not teach me lies