LYRIC
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Yeah Juste when we thought freedom
was far away, God bless ibrahim
traoré, all we asking is we wanna
try and do it our way, from ghana
burkina down to malawi
Naa wait, me NP3 kasa but this is
something I hate, they been robbing
us for god knows when, when the
right leaders come then you people
trying to violate
In nigeria we need clean water but
you people never come around, when
ebola was killing africa we never
saw you try to shut it down
All the violence in Congo but we
havent heard nobody make a sound
but when we dig our own gold now
i see you people wanna come around
Fuck that
I’m living on the ground i can talk
that, we gave youve every thing but
where the love at, if this is not
greed what you call that
I’m bringing all the heat to your
doorstep, I promise you its gonna
change one day, the revolution will
be televised, africa we still got
a long way but i promise you we gonna
be on the other side
All the things we gave, all the
things we made, you forced us to be
slaves, now star to count your days
cos ebe love wey we get, but gentility
no go come again, purity go still find
a way them no fit break us break us but
still
Womiawoom, Womiawoom, Womiawoom, how
many times dem go kill, wanna best
kings
STOP nemi Gbor Fiya ko norg3 mi ala
standing tall no more staying under
standing tall, standing tall
They dont wanna see the new africa so
they be killing all the brave, they
say they wanna help but only the corrupt
ones are safe
We facing power crisis in ghana what you
people got to say, but you can fly all
the way just to hug a black nigga who
wanna be gay
Burkinafaso we all stand with you, weak
ass leaders cant stand the truth, took
white money and sold out the youth
supreme leader we so proud of you
Till the day we take back our own land
africa is gonna be poor and stay broke
if we got to fight and die for one man
They gonna try and make him a monster
stay woke, dont fall for it
All the things we gave,(cos they will
risk it all for it) all the things we
made, you forced us to be slaves, now
star to count your days cos ebe love
wey we get, but gentility no go come
again, purity go still find a way them
no fit break us break us but still
Womiawoom, Womiawoom, Womiawoom, how
many times dem go kill, wanna best
kings
STOP nemi Gbor Fiya ko norg3 mi ala
standing tall no more staying under
standing tall, standing tall

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