Brown Paper Bag

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 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
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 (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