Yeah

‎Give me the mic

‎I wanna share the story

‎Throw back in 1999

They took mama to the slavery

‎They end the black Mums and black Dads

‎They left the little kids crying

‎And screaming in peace

‎Now little kids grown up and turned into a big beast

‎Yeah see

‎Little kids trynna make a peace own their own

‎Because nobody wanna see the story

‎They only see the troubles

‎They forgotten the past that lead to the troubles

‎That makes the troubles

‎That cause the troubles

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‎Yeah

‎See, wake up in the morning

‎And I asked myself

‎Wetin dey this life that you trynna end your brothers

‎In this life you're living

‎You come and go

‎Day by day, but they try end the blacks

‎But in the beginning we were once a brothers

‎But that was the past that lead to the troubles

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‎Yeah

‎Day by day trynna make a peace

‎Make a peace for the black queens

‎Mama live a legacy for the kids

‎You are appreciate

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