Fro$tD - Buried in a quicksand

Yeah, I'm just bored everyday and they be like, look
I don't think I have today, sit down for my house
In my room, looking up at the ceilings that I have
See my phone, no alert
Nothing much in my account

I'm tired of hearing, seeing all the powers now
And wait, who they chop all this bread, huh
Is it the breadwinner, or our killers
You call yourself a baller, but you dey for bench
Say na why life, no balance, so you gotta fight, huh
All this government come, where them dey
After casting our vote, hunger rule us to our grave
The blood of freedom, even flow in our vein

Everywhere full of crisis, corruption in our gaze
You watch me full of smile, but not really like I'm happy
I'm just happy hiding pains, you don't know what I examine
We all do have one thing in common, the way our faces suffer long

Tell me, how should I remain patient

Written by:
Samuel Agwaniru

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