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Gwaazman, Azaman For the street we dey stand Every night we dey pray Make blessing touch our hand No food, no light Still we dey hold on tight Oh God hear our cry Make tomorrow shine bright Early morning no sleep Man dey hustle for the peace Rain falling for my cloth Still I never wan release Mama say “my son pray” Make I never lose way So I kneel down for road Ask Jehovah make He stay Every brother get pain But we smile through the rain Pocket empty every time Still we dey chase the gain From the gutter to the top We no really wan stop One blessing from above Make our family chop Oh Lord answer me This life hard for street We dey work everyday Still the money no dey Carry my prayer go high Make my people survive No let my dream die Jehovah hear my cry Gwaazman, Azaman For the street we dey stand Every night we dey pray Make blessing touch our hand No food, no light Still we dey hold on tight Oh God hear our cry Make tomorrow shine bright Many people don fail us But we still get trust If money come today We go lift our brothers No be for fake life No be trouble or fight Na better days we want Make our future bright See the boys for junction Still dey seek connection Asking God for grace And a better direction One day e go better We go wear fresh sweater Tell the world our story Say the pain make us stronger Gwaazman… Azaman… Street no easy But God dey One day blessing go come Amen.
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Gwaazman, Azaman For the street we dey stand Every night we dey pray Make blessing touch our hand No food, no light Still we dey hold on tight Oh God hear our cry Make tomorrow shine bright Early morning no sleep Man dey hustle for the peace Rain falling for my cloth Still I never wan release Mama say “my son pray” Make I never lose way So I kneel down for road Ask Jehovah make He stay Every brother get pain But we smile through the rain Pocket empty every time Still we dey chase the gain From the gutter to the top We no really wan stop One blessing from above Make our family chop Oh Lord answer me This life hard for street We dey work everyday Still the money no dey Carry my prayer go high Make my people survive No let my dream die Jehovah hear my cry Gwaazman, Azaman For the street we dey stand Every night we dey pray Make blessing touch our hand No food, no light Still we dey hold on tight Oh God hear our cry Make tomorrow shine bright Many people don fail us But we still get trust If money come today We go lift our brothers No be for fake life No be trouble or fight Na better days we want Make our future bright See the boys for junction Still dey seek connection Asking God for grace And a better direction One day e go better We go wear fresh sweater Tell the world our story Say the pain make us stronger Gwaazman… Azaman… Street no easy But God dey One day blessing go come Amen.
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