Brown Paper Bag (feat. M.anifest)
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
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
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
(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
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
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
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
(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
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Owusu Addo, Kwame Tsikata, Samuel Arthur Grant
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