Paapa Versa, Jayso - Now that I'm here Lyrics

Do my words make you bitter? Do they make you cry?
Do they make you better? Do they make you try?
Just a little harder to learn a little more
Than what you learned before
I want you to hear
The truth crystal clear
Now that I'm here
Give me your ear
Now that I'm here
Took trips to my home in a textbook
Saw pictures someone from the west took
I hate to break it you
But you haven't had the best look
I know what you know
I've seen what you've seen
But now that I'm here
Be hungry for truth and thirsty for understanding
Confusion is like falling, conviction is landing
I want you to hear
The truth crystal clear
Now that I'm here
Give me your ear
My story is my own
My story is my own
My story is my own
My story is my own to tell
This is my home, yes, I'm in my zone, let's
Break and talk about perception and what is known facts
They got it wrong, they got it wrong
Make I tell you the truth
Cause the story they telling you is wrong
All they showing is slums, but they have slums too
Poverty and crime don't they have some too?
I mean e dey bore the way dem dey see we for there
As if we be animals for here, yea
I know say some people dey struggle, truth be told
But look below the surface and you will know
That everything ain't everything they telling you on screens
The beauty of our continent, hospitable human beings
These Africans are black and proud with dreams like you
Come see it for yourself you will see, like you
We have our good and bad, so don't just show the bad
And make it look like that's we have
Cause e dey bore, e dey bore waah
Make I tell my own story
Chale Paapa take em to church
Fa ɔmo kɔ asɔre
I want you to hear
The truth crystal clear
Now that I'm here
Give me your ear

Do my words make you bitter? Do they make you cry?
Do they make you better? Do they make you try?
Just a little harder to learn a little more
Than what you learned before
I want you to hear
The truth crystal clear
Now that I'm here
Give me your ear
Now that I'm here
Took trips to my home in a textbook
Saw pictures someone from the west took
I hate to break it you
But you haven't had the best look
I know what you know
I've seen what you've seen
But now that I'm here
Be hungry for truth and thirsty for understanding
Confusion is like falling, conviction is landing
I want you to hear
The truth crystal clear
Now that I'm here
Give me your ear
My story is my own
My story is my own
My story is my own
My story is my own to tell
This is my home, yes, I'm in my zone, let's
Break and talk about perception and what is known facts
They got it wrong, they got it wrong
Make I tell you the truth
Cause the story they telling you is wrong
All they showing is slums, but they have slums too
Poverty and crime don't they have some too?
I mean e dey bore the way dem dey see we for there
As if we be animals for here, yea
I know say some people dey struggle, truth be told
But look below the surface and you will know
That everything ain't everything they telling you on screens
The beauty of our continent, hospitable human beings
These Africans are black and proud with dreams like you
Come see it for yourself you will see, like you
We have our good and bad, so don't just show the bad
And make it look like that's we have
Cause e dey bore, e dey bore waah
Make I tell my own story
Chale Paapa take em to church
Fa ɔmo kɔ asɔre
I want you to hear
The truth crystal clear
Now that I'm here
Give me your ear