Brown Paper Bag (feat. M.anifest)

Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh In the beginnin', na me ne wo mmienu were stuck on a slave ship But seisei ara deɛ, we are free, we are on some ape- But yɛnyɛ free totally, we're still in a matrix Slavery in stages, seisei ara deɛ yɛaduru in stage six Ɛnyɛ physical o, systematical mind games Sɛ metena ase dwene ho koraa a, ɛyɛ a na ɛtaa ma me migraine Freedom is expensive, monkɔ checke ne price range Pure black children, but now we're bearin' some white names Self hate, yɛn brothers and sisters adane cell mates I think it's time that we opened the hell gate We gotta push to be free, before it's all late Ah, we can see in between the lines, but we still can't breathe We're still in chains, but the eyes can't see We do have a choice, but we still ain't free Obi nsɔ me mu o, I can't breathe I just wanna be free Free is when you decide for yourself Free, is when nobody controllin' your wealth Free, is when you stop beggin' people for help Free is finally when you're breakin' off from a spell We're in the 21st century They can't be usin' guns no more, they're playin' games with the mind Akwasi Buroni no reclaime democracy, so we feel sɛ we see everything But we are blind The destruction of a man, begins in the home So when they break up the home, they take over the throne Seisei, etuo nna wo so nso yɛse, "Bɛgye loan" When you owe, remember you cannot be on your own 'Cause, you gotta teach a man how to fish So they can survive a lifetime But ɛno no, ɛnyɛ aborɔfofoɔ no wish Ɛba no saa a, they're gonna have a hard time The United States of Africa, is what they don't wanna see But that's the only way my people can survive They divide and conquer, we're just a brown paper bag Ɔmo de cash abɛtɔ yɛn pride So now we cherish the money and not the money machine They say they wanna invest, ɔmo akoma mu nyɛ clean Nkateɛ mpo montumi 'ndua', but they'll be claimin' supreme The return of Martin Luther King, we still have a dream, ah The voodoo magic, is nothing evil Akwasi Buroni use claime sɛ, "Ɛyɛ logic" Ɛba no knowledge a, ebibifoɔ pii, we lack it Yɛtwa yɛn ntorɔ, kɔfinde evidence to back it Yɛnyɛ nkwadaa, can you stop it? Ɔmo yɛ electronics firi amanɔne bɛtɔn, bɛclaime technology F- it, they just be stackin' thier pockets But it's not physical powers, they're usin' supernatural energy for profits How the f-. are we able to talk on the phone? How the f-k, are we able to fly and control a drone? How the f-, na nipa koraa, yɛtumi nya ne clone? Keep it at hundred, me nua you're now on your own It's time for my people to wake up, my mind is made up Wei na yɛfrɛ no, you lookin' out for your neighbor Mr Preacher, please can you do me a favor? Ɛyɛ a 'mɛnuse' microphone, since the devil is a hater Martin Luther King flow We're tryna develop, but the progress is bein' slowed They locked the door, now we're sneakin' 'outta the' window They don't want us to get access to the info Ah, the enemy keep on surpressin' We need some answers, we're tryna figure out some questions A rich continent, but we're facin' depression They strip us naked, and try to take our possessions Right now we're facin' recession, ah Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh (Yɛdwen sɛ) we be original Don Dada But everything that we do has been done dada Oil, gold, cocoa, minerals, proper In the land of so much, how is there a hunger? Ah (how?) To fix this mess, that be the hang-up Like a label in Tema, build it from ground up (Ghana) Fist up, middle finger to all the kick backs Leaders, just wan' chop, them for sit back Skin black, but is your mind too? Efie ne fie, must I remind you? All the blood and toil that is behind you How did we get here? Let me share February 24th, in '66 Nkrumah was over thrown by these bricks and- It makes me sick, we're being brainwashed in sh- All sorts of imports, even a toothpick Money come, money go, we don't make 'kotoo' So when we spend to the west, 'the' money dey go We pray for rapture, instead of focusin' on manufacture Religion is a prison, and we're dyin' to be livin' And we're losin' our minds, as we're thinkin' of winnin' And we're bound to the chains of foreign exchange It's a damn shame, ɛtɔ da bi a, ɛyɛ, ɛtɔ da bi a, ɛnyɛ 'Bibifoɔ deɛ, adufurudeɛ na yɛpɛ Aboa bi aka me, ebi a kakapɛ Since y'all like beef, let me tell you who we're beefin' (tell me who I'm beefin') We're beefin' with Trump, and his likes We're beefin' with vanity, doin' it for likes Beefin' with indiscipline, for posterity Beefin' with leaders, no integrity Beefin' with plastic, ban it, be drastic Afe wei deɛ, pae mu ka, that's a classic We for realize, da bi, da bi deɛ, we're past it Self-actualize, don't be thinkin' Jurassic Malcom-X, when I express, by any means, yes Many mountains to climb, I guess So, how can we ever rest? I must say, if Ghana should be beyond aid The solutions no fit be band aid I don't care, if the west is against us Forget them, focus and fix us Nkabom, that's the people power The struggle is sweet, mixed with sour Greatness is us, hashtag Don't sell out for a brown paper bag, ah