Yanga Go Wake Am
Yo Chale, pass me the calabash
You get palmwine?
Ɛnɛ deɛ maka ato madwene mu sɛ mɛyɛ fine
Boys boys yɛ nam, yakɔ pɛ Patron bi ne lime na yatwa ato nsa fufuo no so
Me wie a mahwɛ me time
Ahh, yɛ na yɛti so
Hwɛ, yɛdi yɛ mmrɛ
Hwɛ akokɔ a ɛda nkwan mu mmrɛ
Hwɛ nam yi bo trɛ a ɛtrɛ, eii monto mo bo
Mo nma yɛ ndi kan nfa yɛti nhwɛ soro
Mesi monma yɛ ndi kan nfa yɛti nhwɛ soro
Na nyɛ adeɛ mesɔre a mɛnbɔ mpayɛ
Na wo dwene papa wɔ wakoma mu a, ɛnoa ne nkwagyeɛ
Nyame abɛ yɛ bi ama yɛ
Cause
Cuz I been struggling with life
I been struggling with strife
I can't see how you could live in puddles all your life
And they're shallow, from the mud I been popped
Dodged a couple bullets, but the devil still clutching the knocks
They wanna see me laying propped up on the gravel
Never given option to saddle the fence
Been given no defense before the judge bang the gavel
But ain't no pardon, my skin too black to show the scars in it
I can't claim to be hurt
I'm tryna figure which pain is worse
The fact we're made lame since birth
Or that they consider my blessing a curse
But I discovered through the pain that I could aid in your search
Don't ever don't your worth
The lotus shall flourish even in drought or in dirt
The lotus shall flourish even in drought or in dirt, Chale
You get palmwine?
Ɛnɛ deɛ maka ato madwene mu sɛ mɛyɛ fine
Boys boys yɛ nam, yakɔ pɛ Patron bi ne lime na yatwa ato nsa fufuo no so
Me wie a mahwɛ me time
Ahh, yɛ na yɛti so
Hwɛ, yɛdi yɛ mmrɛ
Hwɛ akokɔ a ɛda nkwan mu mmrɛ
Hwɛ nam yi bo trɛ a ɛtrɛ, eii monto mo bo
Mo nma yɛ ndi kan nfa yɛti nhwɛ soro
Mesi monma yɛ ndi kan nfa yɛti nhwɛ soro
Na nyɛ adeɛ mesɔre a mɛnbɔ mpayɛ
Na wo dwene papa wɔ wakoma mu a, ɛnoa ne nkwagyeɛ
Nyame abɛ yɛ bi ama yɛ
Cause
Cuz I been struggling with life
I been struggling with strife
I can't see how you could live in puddles all your life
And they're shallow, from the mud I been popped
Dodged a couple bullets, but the devil still clutching the knocks
They wanna see me laying propped up on the gravel
Never given option to saddle the fence
Been given no defense before the judge bang the gavel
But ain't no pardon, my skin too black to show the scars in it
I can't claim to be hurt
I'm tryna figure which pain is worse
The fact we're made lame since birth
Or that they consider my blessing a curse
But I discovered through the pain that I could aid in your search
Don't ever don't your worth
The lotus shall flourish even in drought or in dirt
The lotus shall flourish even in drought or in dirt, Chale
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Writer(s): William Diawuoh
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