For My Cousin Evans

Yeah
When you young
You always talked about plans
But life's a bitch
And you might not get a chance so
Do something
Do something
Do something
While you can
Do something
Do something
Do something
Work your plan

Mic check one two
Okay
Child raised in the ghetto
Was never fair landing
From the get go
Loved by grand momsin the slum
Where poverty dey echo
For Jenta
Weekends you dey come rukuba road
To spend time
I heard your daddy was a fly OG
A naval officer who died so quick
Cos he dive so deep
After his rifle
That was some sad news
For my mother
He was her immediate younger brother
Though sometimes they fought each other
We had plans of elevating our levels
Taking grandma out of the ghetto
On God

Yeah
When you young
You always talked about plans
But life's a bitch
And you might not get a chance so
Do something
Do something
Do something
While you can
Do something
Do something
Do something
Work your plan

Sometimes water dey for my eyes
when I think about you
Cos e been really weigh me down
When police arrest you
My mumcy and them uncle hala
Say you carry kala
Lord knows
I had a different view on top the matter
No doubt
You was dumb
But I swear you had heart
Cos you really bought a gun
Just to shoot your step pops
Dealing with juvenile deliquesce
So they locked you in a precinct
Another future altered by the system
This thing is deep mhen
It's really frequent
Another youngin is mad
No one to reach him
So I do this for my cousin Evans
Who this bitch of a life
Never gave a fair chance
On God

Yeah
When you young
You always talked about plans
But life's a bitch
And you might not get a chance so

Do something
Do something
Do something
While you can
Do something
Do something
Do something
Work your plan