WHAT A COUNTRY
WHAT A COUNTRY VERSE 1 What a country… Na Igbo dey my hand, Na Igbo I dey smoke. No be say I dey jones, No be say I don kolo. X2 I’m on a medicated meditation, ’Cause it’s too insane where I come from. Sleep in peace, Wake in pieces, Like you peed while sleeping. Wake up to bad news Told from a good view, Like, “E concern who?” ’Cause they ain’t the victims, They just doing their J.O.B. Garnishing grammar on genocide issues Like tissues wey dem don use, Dem really no send you. Just ’cause you don’t relate to the dead Doesn’t mean there ain’t no pain felt. Wait till you’re next to see for yourself. In Nigeria, sleeping is a crime now, ’Cause you might wake up in a casket, With your home on fire, Taken by strangers, Raiding with government connections. Kidnapping is a game of chess now. The tribal killings in the armed forces ain’t enough now, So they choose to hunt and kill for a price now. Sending guns to kids With no knowledge of emotions, or education but destruction For religion and succession or maybe oppression, Cos i don't really think the understand the concept of Love or God. HOOK (Repeat 2x) What a country… Where sleeping is a crime now. What a country… You might wake up in a casket now. What a country… Garnishing grammar on genocide issues on TV. What a country… Like tissue wey dem don use Dem really no send you, my jiggy DAMN!!! VERSE 2 Wake up daily with fear in your chest, Praying today won’t be your test. Helicopters flying, police vans patrolling 247, but no rescue near, Press conferences repeated every year. Blood on the soil, watered with speeches, Sorry for the poor, dollars for the wealthy. Teach peace in public, fund silent breaches. Burn down communities, Wipe off lineages. We scroll past pain like it’s normal content, Until tragedy hits and the silence is bent. Sirens loud, but justice is silent Truth hidden in expensive suits. Cameras roll when the tears are fresh, Cases expire when the headlines rest. What a country where survival is skill, Where hope needs armor just to stand still. Where sleeping is risky and waking is worse, And living feels like a national curse.
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WHAT A COUNTRY VERSE 1 What a country… Na Igbo dey my hand, Na Igbo I dey smoke. No be say I dey jones, No be say I don kolo. X2 I’m on a medicated meditation, ’Cause it’s too insane where I come from. Sleep in peace, Wake in pieces, Like you peed while sleeping. Wake up to bad news Told from a good view, Like, “E concern who?” ’Cause they ain’t the victims, They just doing their J.O.B. Garnishing grammar on genocide issues Like tissues wey dem don use, Dem really no send you. Just ’cause you don’t relate to the dead Doesn’t mean there ain’t no pain felt. Wait till you’re next to see for yourself. In Nigeria, sleeping is a crime now, ’Cause you might wake up in a casket, With your home on fire, Taken by strangers, Raiding with government connections. Kidnapping is a game of chess now. The tribal killings in the armed forces ain’t enough now, So they choose to hunt and kill for a price now. Sending guns to kids With no knowledge of emotions, or education but destruction For religion and succession or maybe oppression, Cos i don't really think the understand the concept of Love or God. HOOK (Repeat 2x) What a country… Where sleeping is a crime now. What a country… You might wake up in a casket now. What a country… Garnishing grammar on genocide issues on TV. What a country… Like tissue wey dem don use Dem really no send you, my jiggy DAMN!!! VERSE 2 Wake up daily with fear in your chest, Praying today won’t be your test. Helicopters flying, police vans patrolling 247, but no rescue near, Press conferences repeated every year. Blood on the soil, watered with speeches, Sorry for the poor, dollars for the wealthy. Teach peace in public, fund silent breaches. Burn down communities, Wipe off lineages. We scroll past pain like it’s normal content, Until tragedy hits and the silence is bent. Sirens loud, but justice is silent Truth hidden in expensive suits. Cameras roll when the tears are fresh, Cases expire when the headlines rest. What a country where survival is skill, Where hope needs armor just to stand still. Where sleeping is risky and waking is worse, And living feels like a national curse.
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