[male
vocals] (
Heavy
vinyl
crackle,
warm
piano
sample
fades
in)
Sunday
Junior...
Chetachi
Monday...
My
brothers.
My
blood.
When
Papa
Francis
commot
leave
us,
una
stand
gidigba.
Today
fire
come,
but
God
big
pass
any
fire.
Listen
to
me,
make
una
hear
word.
Sunday
Junior,
last
born
wey
get
correct
hustle
spirit
From
small
you
dey
chase
money,
you
no
dey
tire,
I
dey
feel
it
You
carry
family
for
head
since
Papa
commot
go
rest
Chetachi
Monday,
senior
brother,
you
dey
hold
am
for
chest
But
fire
come
burn
your
shop
inside
Ilorin
city
All
your
goods
turn
to
ash,
e
pain
me,
e
no
get
pity
Na
heavy
loss,
but
no
be
say
your
life
don
end
God
dey
watch,
e
go
fix
wetin
happen
my
friend
God
go
restore
una,
e
go
pay
una
back
double
No
make
your
heart
shake,
no
matter
all
this
trouble
Everything
wey
fire
take,
heaven
go
replace
am
fast
Because
una
be
better
brothers,
una
love
go
ever
last
God
go
restore
una,
e
go
pay
una
back
double
No
make
your
heart
shake,
no
matter
all
this
trouble
I
know
say
morning
sun
dey
hot,
but
e
go
cool
for
evening
I
know
say
you
dey
cry,
but
your
sorrow
go
get
healing
Chetachi,
you
be
pillar,
Sunday
you
be
the
rock
Make
una
hold
una
hand,
make
una
dey
walk
round
the
block
When
the
devil
plan
say
e
go
make
una
life
go
dark
God
just
show
say
e
get
power,
e
go
hit
the
mark
Better
days
dey
come,
e
dey
wait
for
the
next
bus
stop
We
go
build
am
higher,
we
go
reach
the
very
top
God
go
restore
una,
e
go
pay
una
back
double
No
make
your
heart
shake,
no
matter
all
this
trouble
Everything
wey
fire
take,
heaven
go
replace
am
fast
Because
una
be
better
brothers,
una
love
go
ever
last
God
go
restore
una,
e
go
pay
una
back
double
No
make
your
heart
shake,
no
matter
all
this
trouble
No
be
wood
and
zinc
make
a
man,
na
the
blood
wey
dey
flow
As
una
stand
for
each
other,
e
go
continue
to
grow
From
John
Steven,
this
word
na
for
my
own
blood
God
go
wash
away
the
pain
like
the
rain
wash
the
mud
Remember
Papa
Francis,
how
e
teach
una
to
dey
strong
Even
when
the
road
rugged
and
the
journey
come
dey
long
Una
no
be
small
pikin,
una
be
men
of
the
land
Everything
wey
scatter,
e
go
align
for
your
hand
Market
go
full
again,
your
shop
go
burst
with
gain
Blessing
go
fall
like
water,
e
go
wash
away
the
stain
Sunday,
Chetachi,
shine
your
eye,
look
ahead
Better
life
dey
waiting,
na
the
word
wey
I
don
spread
God
go
restore
una,
e
go
pay
una
back
double
No
make
your
heart
shake,
no
matter
all
this
trouble
Everything
wey
fire
take,
heaven
go
replace
am
fast
Because
una
be
better
brothers,
una
love
go
ever
last
God
go
restore
una,
e
go
pay
una
back
double
No
make
your
heart
shake,
no
matter
all
this
trouble
God
dey
with
una.
Chetachi
Monday,
Sunday
Junior.
I
dey
for
una,
God
dey
for
una.
No
fear,
no
shaking.
E
go
come
back
in
hundred
folds. (
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