Rog Boyz - Fix The Country (feat. Twene Jonas)

Our leaders keep failing us
And the military be killing us
Government officials be selling us out
Chinese and others be drilling us
Everything just no dey work
Security services bed
Get some money for pocket
Else what is yours
You no go get, hey
The young and old wanna fly
It don't matter how even if they die
Prices on weed everything is high
Your woman message you no fit reply
I lie?
Fire service with extinguishers
Police service with the water tanks
They spraying, they wanna finish us
Jehovah, I hope you watching us
Watching MPs give the lap dance
They finish and mess up our finance
Using our money to romance
Our school girls and make dinner plans
Children somewhere in the north
Dem no see lappy before
Schools under trees is enough
Go see the charges for port
Send condolences to Floyd
But you can't speak for your own
These just get me annoyed
Your heart is made up of bones
All that you said was a lie
When we looked into your eyes
Watching your own people cry
And give us a foolish reply

Echeck like you don't get it
Slavery is gone but brother man we still feel it
The blind is being led by the blind
How we go reach the promised land I don't get it
The national cake is being ate by a few
Look at him and then look at you
His children outside the country
Taxpayers money is gone to one pocket and
Now we say fix the country you say fix your mo...
It could have been me
Rip Kaaka
Menace dem kill you
Dem all go suffer
Nyame nye kwata his name is Jehovah
I pray that you never sleep
All that sow you all go reap
Look around you we all dey bleed
You gonna pay for the tears that we weep
Somewhere abroad the system is work
When you come home the system is twerking
We no dey move
The country is jerking
The hustle is real
Everyone is searching
Aaaahh
One day you all go wake up and we'll demand what's really ours
You go vomit all of the money we go show you where all the power lies
3 years now no pay
Teaching and nursing allowance delay
Housing projects everything decay
There's no order just disarray
Bro we for talk
Bro e dey pain
Bro at your age
Wetin you gain
People dey die
We going insane
Where e dey go
Unless we pray
Some no fit talk
They can't say the feeling

Written by:
Kingsley Kporjroh

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