Nomad's Tale, Pt. 4(263to403)
Lyrics
Ah, ah, ah
Ini handinyepi
Hunzai kunoku mic iyoyo. Hunzai,hunzai hunzai, hunzai, hunzai
Ini ndotaura chokwadi. Mfana iyeye, mfana KTheChosen. Mfana iyeye. Mfana wenyu
Handimuziye mfana iyeye. Mfana iyeye ndakamurera ndiri one inini but now his head is getting too big for his boots
Forty-eight hours, 2,000 dollars
My dear I fear this future ain't ours
Fame and the power, man of the hour
So clear and so near but taste so sour
More like bitter sweet
My tongue so viciously
Protesting how they speak
But they don't get me
Unless I add an inflection
Look into the mirror don't recognize the reflection
I'm changing, but I doubt it's for the better
Mind as temperamental as Calgary weather
Mind blacking out like they just cut off the ZESA
That's life back home but to you that's whatever
You ain't ever need to power up the generator
You ain't have to que for fuel kunzwa yapera
You ain't wait for change kusvikira waneta
You ain't have to wish your country was better
Go figure , the one complaining on other side of border
Went to get his degree, now he's feeling much bolder
Only one degree, so you know he feels much colder
I'd burn that paper to keep my family warmer
The tale of the Nomad is quite sad
The boy now a man raise the Sun like my dad
A doctor, a lawyer, the boy wanna rap
How you finna save em with a plan like that?
What's crazy is my story is yours
A bunch of immigrants tryna make it abroad
If you made it this far then these applause is yours
Issa better look on the hook if you go off
Ayy! Ayy! Go off
Ayy! Ayy! Show off
If you made it this far then applause is yours
Issa better look if you go off
Cross arms like Danai in the land of the Wakanda
Monomotapa we came here to conquer
Dreads on my head so they think Imma Rasta
Only dope that I hit be the joints that I sponsor
This beat like Wyclef and Tyler
So I ask you take me back to November
People in the streets, peaceful protesters
I'm in Canada wish my family was safer
Then the blackout came no Internet
Friends and relatives could not connect
To the outside world I was stressing that
People around me couldn't relate but were empathetic
Then the same thing happened to Sudan
Realised Africa we are one
One in corruption, one in assumptions
One in the prayers and the hope's of salvation
One in the shadow of media attention
One with power beyond comprehension
One who exports to first world nations
The ones who would free us to those who enslave them
Dilemma ain't new in these streets
How do we fix this so we all can eat?
You can't get better if the capable leave
Solution is us but we're all over seas
What's crazy is my story is yours
A bunch of immigrants tryna make it abroad
If you made it this far then these applause is yours
Issa better look on the hook if you go off
Ayy! Ayy! Go off
Ayy! Ayy! Show off
If you made it this far then applause is yours
Issa better look if you go off
Ah, ah, ah
Ini handinyepi
Hunzai kunoku mic iyoyo. Hunzai,hunzai hunzai, hunzai, hunzai
Ini ndotaura chokwadi. Mfana iyeye, mfana KTheChosen. Mfana iyeye. Mfana wenyu
Handimuziye mfana iyeye. Mfana iyeye ndakamurera ndiri one inini but now his head is getting too big for his boots
Forty-eight hours, 2,000 dollars
My dear I fear this future ain't ours
Fame and the power, man of the hour
So clear and so near but taste so sour
More like bitter sweet
My tongue so viciously
Protesting how they speak
But they don't get me
Unless I add an inflection
Look into the mirror don't recognize the reflection
I'm changing, but I doubt it's for the better
Mind as temperamental as Calgary weather
Mind blacking out like they just cut off the ZESA
That's life back home but to you that's whatever
You ain't ever need to power up the generator
You ain't have to que for fuel kunzwa yapera
You ain't wait for change kusvikira waneta
You ain't have to wish your country was better
Go figure , the one complaining on other side of border
Went to get his degree, now he's feeling much bolder
Only one degree, so you know he feels much colder
I'd burn that paper to keep my family warmer
The tale of the Nomad is quite sad
The boy now a man raise the Sun like my dad
A doctor, a lawyer, the boy wanna rap
How you finna save em with a plan like that?
What's crazy is my story is yours
A bunch of immigrants tryna make it abroad
If you made it this far then these applause is yours
Issa better look on the hook if you go off
Ayy! Ayy! Go off
Ayy! Ayy! Show off
If you made it this far then applause is yours
Issa better look if you go off
Cross arms like Danai in the land of the Wakanda
Monomotapa we came here to conquer
Dreads on my head so they think Imma Rasta
Only dope that I hit be the joints that I sponsor
This beat like Wyclef and Tyler
So I ask you take me back to November
People in the streets, peaceful protesters
I'm in Canada wish my family was safer
Then the blackout came no Internet
Friends and relatives could not connect
To the outside world I was stressing that
People around me couldn't relate but were empathetic
Then the same thing happened to Sudan
Realised Africa we are one
One in corruption, one in assumptions
One in the prayers and the hope's of salvation
One in the shadow of media attention
One with power beyond comprehension
One who exports to first world nations
The ones who would free us to those who enslave them
Dilemma ain't new in these streets
How do we fix this so we all can eat?
You can't get better if the capable leave
Solution is us but we're all over seas
What's crazy is my story is yours
A bunch of immigrants tryna make it abroad
If you made it this far then these applause is yours
Issa better look on the hook if you go off
Ayy! Ayy! Go off
Ayy! Ayy! Show off
If you made it this far then applause is yours
Issa better look if you go off
Writer(s): Felix Mpala, Thabo Chinake
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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