Same old songs they sing
Same old schemes they plot

Same old promises they make
Same old promises they break

Don’t let them sing this same old song
Remind them where they belong
Revolution is coming, headstrong
So everybody should tagalong
The weak and the strong
Every singer of this same old song be gone!

I can’t believe what you say because I see what you do- James Baldwin
For the election, they will say anything to win
After election, the opposite is what they be doing
Put the whole nation into a coma
Push the whole nation into a corner coma
Quick question, where is the blueprint of Nkrumah?

Serve justice on a plate of gold
To the poor, justice is obsolete
A bright future, control alt delete

My country is a bad joke at a comedy bar
a bad joke proudly told by politicians and surprisingly only funny to other politicians.

They say
“Try me”
Try me, I am different
Try me
Try me, change is gonna come
Try me,
Try me, Yes we can!
Oh Try try me!
Try me, we gonna make this great again!

They built walls
Burnt down bridges
Gave us hell and gave us with fridges
Stood on the ballots we casted to see us as midgets
They built walls
They burnt down bridges

Oh one day!
They will be grabbed by their huge balls
Dragged through the market square for poor to see
One day
We will look them in the eyes, they will see emptiness, like nations Cheque books
Oh one day, we will show up and say check mate!

Game over!
This joke can’t be entertained anymore
This love affair ain’t fair
We’ve been silenced with hope for hopeless years
Yes!
We’ve cried and cried, we’ve got no tears
We will ask for a new song and new singers

The gods will understand!


They built walls
Burnt down bridges
Gave us hell and gave us with fridges
Stood on the ballots we cast to see us as midgets
They built walls
They burnt down bridges