Yeah…
Blakkciti
music.
Fita
line
records..
Ashaiman
to
the
U
S
A…
Young
Rasta
with
a
dream
in
his
heart.
They
see
the
dreadlocks…
They
see
the
smile…
But
nobody
see
the
battles
behind
the
smile.
Meda
Nyame
ase…
I’
m
still
here. ---
Nobody
know
my
story,
Nobody
know
my
pain,
I
smile
in
the
sunshine,
but
I’
ve
walked
through
plenty
rain.
Blakkciti,
ɔbarima
a
ɔreko,
I’
m
still
standing,
I’
m
still
moving
on.
From
Ashaiman
to
the
Fante
land,
Nyame
yɛ
me
ban,
I’
ll
never
lose
my
ground. ---
I
wake
up
every
morning
with
a
dream
upon
my
mind,
No
rich
man
behind
me,
so
I
hustle
for
my
life.
The
road
get
plenty
corners,
the
journey
get
plenty
pain,
But
I
tell
myself, “
Blakkciti,
try
again.”
Me
nsa
nni
sika,
but
me
koma
yɛ
duru.
People
see
the
struggle,
but
they
don't
know
what
I
go
through.
Wɔka
sɛ, “
Wo
rentumi
nyɛ,”
but
I
say, “
Mɛyɛ
bi.”
If
nobody
open
the
door,
then
I
go
build
my
own
key. ---
Sometimes
I
dey
ask, “
Will
tomorrow
ever
change?”
Then
my
spirit
whispers: “
Bra,
mma
w'aba
aba.”
Don't
give
up
on
the
journey.
Because
the
same
road
that
made
me
suffer
will
one
day
carry
me
home. ---
Nobody
know
my
story,
Nobody
know
my
pain,
I
smile
in
the
sunshine,
but
I’
ve
walked
through
plenty
rain.
Blakkciti,
ɔbarima
a
ɔreko,
I’
m
still
standing,
I’
m
still
moving
on.
From
Ashaiman
to
the
Fante
land,
Nyame
yɛ
me
ban,
I’
ll
never
lose
my
ground. ---
Fante
asaase,
me
nan
si
wo
do,
I
bring
my
story
from
the
streets
of
Ashaiman.
Me
kra
yɛ
den,
na
me
werɛ
remfi,
I
know
where
I
come
from,
I
know
where
I’
m
going.
Ɛnnɛ,
obi
nnhu
me,
ɔkyena
wɔbɛfrɛ
me.
Today
they
may
ignore
my
name,
tomorrow
they
may
sing
my
song.
I
no
dey
jealous
anybody,
everybody
get
their
own
time.
Your
blessing
be
your
blessing,
my
blessing
go
be
mine.
Nyame,
fa
me
nsa
so,
na
fa
me
kɔ
baabi
a
m'ani
bɛgye.
I’
m
not
asking
for
a
mansion,
I
just
want
peace
for
my
family. ---
Maame,
sɛ
wotie
me
a,
wo
ba
yi
da
so
rebɔ
mmɔden.
M'abrabɔ
mu
yɛ
den,
nanso
me
werɛ
remfi
wo.
Da
bi,
mɛsan
aba
fie,
with
something
to
put
upon
your
table.
All
the
tears
you
cried
for
me
will
become
tears
of
joy.
Maame,
gye
me
di…
Your
son
is
still
fighting. ---
Mawu
le
ŋgɔ
nam,
meɖe
asi
o.
Ne
mɔ
la
sesẽ,
makpɔ
dzi
yi
edzi.
God
is
ahead
of
me,
I
will
not
give
up.
Even
when
the
road
gets
hard,
I
will
keep
walking. ---
Blakkciti!
Blakkciti!
Nobody
know
my
story!
Blakkciti!
Blakkciti!
Nobody
know
my
pain!
Ashaiman
boy,
Fante
soul,
Rasta
heart,
but
my
spirit
strong.
Mɛkɔ
anim! —
Mɛkɔ
anim!
I’
m
going
forward!
Mɛkɔ
anim! —
Mɛkɔ
anim!
I
won’
t
turn
back!
From
the
streets
of
Ashaiman
to
the
Fante
coastline…
Blakkciti
is
still
here! ---
One
day…
they
will
understand.
The
smile…
The
struggle…
The
sleepless
nights…
The
journey.
I
didn't
have
everything…
But
I
had
a
dream.
I
didn't
have
everything…
But
I
had
a
dream.
And
with
God
beside
me…
I
always
open
the
Bible
read
from
an
Ethiopian
and
Ancient
Bible
where
I
get
my
inspiration
form
some 102.
I
made
a
way.
Blakkciti…
Blakkciti
i
said
am
out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Faya
My
story
is
still
being
written.