[LYRICS]:- CRUKED ROUTE – Stained Paradise

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CRUKED ROUTEStained Paradise

Intro
Cruked Route!

Living with poverty, hate, diseases and world wars
It’s a Stained Paradise!!!

CHORUS
Kwɛmɔ nɔni yaanɔ, ebɛ fɛo koraaa
Eyɛ taŋ, mɛni nɔɔ kɛ amale  babaoo
Dem come like wolf in a sheep clothing, dem jus ah wish we sink but we still floating

Kwɛmɔ nɔni yaanɔ ebɛfeo koraaa
Eyɛ taŋ, mɛni nɔɔ kɛ hetsɛ babaoo
Kɛ jeŋ tsɛleɛ nyuŋmɔ ni kwɛɔ wɔ nɔ, maaba daadaa kɛ daa wɔ sane eyi oyitsoŋ mli obɔ


VERSE 1

Pain through the years but victory be so near
Wailing of women and children, all we hear
We dey see the politician belly full of worms
‘Cos they eat the pork, they don’t walk the talk
They rather see the ghetto bussing shots
Bad leaders and false preachers

Listen to the wise words of the light bearers

What lessons are the teachers teaching?
What goods are the elites shipping?
What next are the mad scientists thinking?
You think of it you can’t sleep, so you blinking
Look what they did to Trayvon Martin, Philando and Sandra and many black youths
Black lives matter is the revolution
We ain’t staying mute ‘cos we need some justice
Pure madness and malice they practise

CHORUS
Kwɛmɔ nɔni yaanɔ, ebɛ fɛo koraaa
Eyɛ taŋ, mɛni nɔɔ kɛ amale  babaoo
Dem come like wolf in a sheep clothing, dem jus ah wish we sink but we still floating

Kwɛmɔ nɔni yaanɔ ebɛfeo koraaa
Eyɛ taŋ, mɛni nɔɔ kɛ hetsɛ babaoo
Kɛ jeŋ tsɛleɛ nyuŋmɔ ni kwɛɔ wɔ nɔ, maaba daadaa kɛ daa wɔ sane eyi oyitsoŋ mli obɔ


VERSE 2

Soon as ghetto youth rise, Babylon eye red
Tryna put us down with their copper and lead
But we are so grounded, not moved by the storms
When we see the storms we mount up wings like eagle
They only come around with a hidden agenda
Remember we no want none of their propaganda

We see it in their eyes: what is written on their minds

Their thoughts get bear when truth light shines
In these days of conspiracy theories
Careful of the paid media houses selling twisted stories
Switch on your foresight to see those subtle schemes
Question the bloody elite class frowning upon moral themes

Rival military scientists exchanging diabolic nuclear releases

Infesting the air with strange chemical diseases
This Paradise was lovely, world wars made it ugly.

Cruked Route!

Outro
It’s a stained paradise(4×)

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