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Nativity
Roots Reggae
Nativity was released on July 31, 2026 by Omo Oba Pan-Afro Music Label as a part of the album Nativity
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Release DateJuly 31, 2026
LabelOmo Oba Pan-Afro Music Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Light Adey
Light Adey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alaba Adeoba Adedayo
Alaba Adeoba Adedayo
Composer

Lyrics

Where we
Where we
Where weee
Where we
Where we
Where weee
Where we grow Up in the street
Eh ya
Everything ah struggle inna stack
Walking past the stream and trees
Naked with the tyres and Sticks
Where we grow Up in the street
Oh ah
This is a Native Man story
Some already fighting perinentiary
Out of Basic school and Primary
Bless Jah Rastafari for keeping us until now
Rasta from 14 without bowing out
From where Faith and Hope is still upside down
Leaders dem blind with a mask of clown
Shoes and socks we no see afford
Children smiling with no books and chalks
Tattered shirts and teachers dem struck
Striving for a dream to be a Doctor
Where we grow Up in the street
Eh ya
Everything ah struggle inna stack
Walking past the stream and trees
Naked with the tyres and Sticks
Where we grow Up in the street
Oh ah
This is a Native Man story
Some already fighting perinentiary
Out of Basic school and Primary
Bless Jah Rastafari for keeping us until now
Rasta from 14 without bowing out
From where Faith and Hope is still upside down
Leaders dem blind with a mask of clown
Shoes and socks we no see afford
Children smiling with no books and chalks
Tattered shirts and teachers dem struck
Striving for a dream to be a Doctor
Where we grow Up in the street
Eh ya
Everything ah struggle inna stack
Walking past the stream and trees
Naked with the tyres and Sticks
Where we grow Up in the street
Oh ah
This is a Native Man story
Some already fighting perinentiary
Out of Basic school and Primary
Here, you don't stand to greet gray hairs
Like you have a log of wood logged in your spine
Here, you must grow the spine to climb trees
It's where tales spout from our grandparents' lips
As the stories of spirit spring
They resurrect before our tender eyes
Adages fly into our ears randomly
And our bosoms dance with the struggle of their wits
The yard is the playground for seasons
In the thick of _boju boju_ games, we saunter
Behind coverings in the dark, and
Our hands peel at surfaces, at objects left behind by our away parents
Grandpa would cry
It was time for us to accompany his own children to farm
Baskets on our head
Matchets in hand
But ours was a time the crow had no say
Written by: Alaba Adeoba Adedayo
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