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letra de fela, are you proud of me? - ajogu

[intro:]
baba o, ba baba 70!
ah! e be you be this?
ah! i jus i just see that your set finish
baba make baba make we word abeg, ehn?
make make i just update you small
wetin dey happen for streets
just give me like three minutes, three minutes
baba make i just give you small bars
make you for feel my talent small, ehn
baba, how you take reason am?
ehn baba?
uh!
yea!
baba, i’m going in
check me
[verse 1:]
i took the dirt road, i ruined my best clothes
life was hanging from a thread
cos pac had been on deathrow
never had the nike js
these days i want thе ye though
but what would it matter if i cannot get in
through thеir headphones
fela, these days man, the jungle’s not really wild
i’m wilding and i’m throwing tantrums like a silly child
since jungle done mature
these cats came wilding in the streets
what would you do if you had tight shoes?
are you dancing to the beat?
the problem trying to get with stars is that you’re reaching
and the weight of the world on your shoulders
is hurting your weak knees
but this weak link ain’t a weakling
if you factored in these weak ends
cos these days these weekends are
preserved for owambes and grievings
i can’t air my grievance so i hold a lot of grudges
now it stinks and i’m gorged with it
my metabolism’s turgid
it means i struggle with sh-t
i’m gassed up by the toxic environment surrounding my dreams
now, i might get combusted
fela, who exactly did you make the zombie for?
cos nothing has changed, everything is still what it was
save afrobeat ain’t no longer all i had known it for
did you imagine tonight we’d be having this con…
[interlude:]
fela! baba na
i dey try talk to you o
you, you for feel me, you for feel me small, baba
ehn?
you for hear this talk o
hear am na, check am out

[verse 2:]
i asked the lord, who will bring the change?
he said, i am the one, like billy jane
i am the one?
do you see these chains?
spent my energy tonight
i need to get this change
however, i was affected by appeal’s constant rejection
now my abandonment issues has got me feeling resentment
resentful for all the times i was counted out this segment
if i tow this path of hate
then i’m speeding and moving reckless
on the path to omission, bruh
where the passion is missing, but still
i doubt that a slytherin could pass for a gryffindor
i’m asking, what’s the satisfaction for a man stuck under?
she said, i ride and he comes
when my passion fruit is gripping up
but who’s been slipping on
and squeezing passion juices dripping up
that never quench my thirst
so, i’m grabbing the sheets, i’m ripping up
say to my fears, riddikulus
but they turned to a bigger monster
and now here comes the ridicule-us, please give it up
fela, you was preaching you was teaching
and i mean this thing sincerely
but i can’t see the real impact, cos i see no changes clearly
when i met teemac iseli, i knew to go humpty-dumpty
so then, i’ll hump it and dump it
over with all the king’s horses
baba fela are you…?
[interlude:]
you dey sleep?
baba i dey try update you o
i dey try show you as e take be now
everybody eye red o, baba
ehn?
you for know wetin dey sup na

[verse 3:]
i’m dreaming at night now
fela, i’m living the life now
carry big cross on my neck and my back
i’m living the passion of christ now
pain in my back so i bite down
this baptism water, i might drown
feeling the philistine and dealing with dillingers
i start to fight for my life now
the colour of rejection is dark brown
and victory’s lap isn’t mine now
i’m feeling like danny and mike brown
the government k!lling us twice now
they k!ll us with terror and k!ll us with police
i’m scared i’ll be losing my life now
i can do anything but lie down
they pushing my b-ttons for time out
i might misbehave
what my heart will say and my passion do
are just not quite the same
and i know i made mistake
but if you’re sowing seeds of hate
one day then, the rage you grow
became a basket full of wild apples
you’re reaping what you sow
put this ripper on repeat
i’m reaching way out of the bas-m-nt
i’m rolling stones and resurrecting to sounds of the cavemen?
let it cave in or cave man
didn’t live all time low so highlife could take the sp-ce man
lived my life to be great man
the sound has been a reject for lack of the joro-jara effect
all na ojoro so these days i para for the effect
i knew you’ll be left unimpressed
yet, why am i filled with regrets?
i just need some respect, you can see i’m doing my best

[hook:]
(fela, are you proud of me)
the need for validation, wrapped around my feelings
i need a hug and some consolation
(fela, are you proud of me)
there is a mortician in a morgue, watching a corpse
no one is safe anymore
(fela, are you proud of me)
was living for approval
how often the mortician was coming for a loser
(fela, are you proud of me)
so, if i’m doing my best
i’m owning it with my chest, lay it to rest
don’t care if the fella isn’t proud of me

- ajogu

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