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letra de talent’s a waste - teta

{interlude:}

{intro:teta}
should i pick a pen and write the things that’s hard to say
i mean the things that touches deep and also brings us pain
or should i close the note,drop the pen and hide away(oi..)
faraway till the point that my talent’s a waste (rookie..okay)

{verse 1:rookie}
you said in your word -“let there be light”- but you also said in your word you’ll come like a thief in the night
is this me taking a blunt or screaming aloud (screaming aloud)
someone get me a pen, let them hear the truth that i found
i’m confused as to why economy bad(why)
our leaders self no send they arе making it more hard
their only focus is the bag, thеm no care if we dea starve
then we came out to riot they concluded saying that the youths are mad(mad mad)

many thoughts locked in a box throw way the keys
abi make i release these thoughts inside this beat
it’s a cold world but i’m seeing no chills
go get your pvc, then you vote the next person surviving on pills

i’m not spitting these bars to show y’all i can flow
i’m spitting them to tell y’all we need to grow, cos nigeria don dea old
and the problems no dea go, -“giant of africa”-? omo that one nah for show

you cannot drip red on red and then be happy
either you jamb olopa or men wey you no sabi
now you gats to settle them or endure their beating
or you fit join the brotherhood, just to get your freedom

but how i go talk about men and no mention uniben
the street is not nice you gats collect before you learn
see them show me gun for fasa, because i hold person daughter, couple of slaps to my face since then i’ve been dealing with the trauma

{pre-chorus:teta}
should i pick a pen and write the things that’s hard to say(hard to say)
i mean the things that touches deep and also brings us pain(yeah yeah)
or should i close the note,drop the pen and hide away
faraway till the point that my talent’s a waste

{chorus:teta}
abi make i pick a pen and write things things hard to say(hard to say)
all the things wey touch deep and brings us pain(yeah yeah)
or make i close note and drop pen and hide away
faraway till the point that my talent’s a waste

abi make i pick a pen and write things things hard to say(hard to say)
all the things wey touch deep and brings us pain(and bring us pain)
or make i close note and drop pen and hide away(yeah yeah)
faraway till the point that my talent’s a waste (t-e-t-a)

{verse 2:teta}
this life is so unbalanced and n0body likes to talk about it
one man with a hundred million dollars and millions are starving(yeah yeah)
they say the almighty lives up in the sky i need some answers(ayy)
why’d you leave your children to suffer there’s demons all around me

many thoughts locked up in a box throw way the keys (boy)
i did that for a long time now i’m ready to speak (yeah yeah)
down on my knees i need release
many bad things man don see
abi make i lock up and waste the talent god’s given me(yeah yeah)

or should i write about the fact that nigeria is crumbling(nigeria is crumbling)
and our government is doing nothing else apart from chopping money (chop chop)
how can i feel safe in a place with police harassing me(yeah yeah)
them talk say i be like criminal olopa you testing me (d-mn you testing me)
leaders of tomorrow can’t go to school asuu on strike
asuu striking more often than lightning on a rainy night (yeah yeah)
isn’t it funny the system has failed us one more time
they say get your pvc so you can vote the next thief into office

is it for what? is it for agbado dodo and beans (yeah yeah)
remember the fallen the ones you k!lled at lekki gate

the feeling of anger is eating me deep in my soul
and every emotions they corner me
we need redemption they need repentance
independent? independent? nahh

{verse 3: teta & rookie}
rookie;
welcome to the generation of god abeg, unknown gunmen everywhere
business people no dea rest, politicians just dea flex
everybody don dea ment, do me i do you 50 to 50 man no go vex(no go vex)

asuu striking more than ronaldo but no goals(no goals), our fatherland is crumbling with no hope(no hope)
hold up too plenty omo my guy, no road
my own guy f-ck my babe, e dea tell me say nah bro code

teta;
and all these pastors they robbing us in the name of tithes
anointing oil don too cost market price e high
they use our offerings to build schools we can’t afford
new business you want profit? just open a church

i’ve been through h-ll i’ve been through the pain
we have regrets we all the same
we feeding ourselves with lies
but life is slowing vanishing in our eyes
we can do nothing about it but cry
i felt a shiver in my spine
i’ve lived in fear since i was nine
but i cover the hurt with smiles

whoa!(whoa)
i need a break i need sp-ce but today(day)
i give you something new to you and guy i call it truth
the ones to save our nation’s not the government but the youth
so sorosoke so that your talent e no go waste

{outro/interlude:teta}
man!
man speak up man…speak up
make your talent no go waste
speak up
yeah

- teta

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