O
lord ,
Psalm 23.
Blakkciti
music..
Ashiaman
fita
line
records..
Hmm…
my
life…
People
see
the
clothes,
they
see
the
smile,
but
nobody
sees
the
nights
I
spend
talking
to
God.
Nyame…
yɛfrɛ
Wo
wɔ
yɛn
ahoɔden
mu…
My
life…
my
life…
I
carry
plenty
stories
inside.
I
smile
outside,
but
my
heart
dey
hide,
M’
ani
so
nsuo,
still
I
dey
survive.
Ɛyɛ
den,
na
mennya
obi
a
meka
kyerɛ
no,
Life
dey
teach
me
things
I
never
want
to
know.
Mawu,
ne
wòle
kpli
dzinye
la,
Miaɖe
kuku,
kpɔ
mí
dzi,
na
míakpɔ
ŋkeke.
I
remember
when
I
had
a
dream
in
my
hand,
I
thought
everybody
around
me
go
understand.
But
when
the
rain
came
and
the
road
got
rough,
Some
people
disappeared
because
my
life
got
tough.
I
learned
that “
brother”
no
always
mean
family,
And “
I
love
you”
no
always
mean
loyalty.
Some
people
only
love
you
when
you
dey
shine,
When
darkness
comes,
dem
no
dey
answer
your
line.
I’
ve
cried
for
people
who
never
cried
for
me,
I’
ve
prayed
for
people
who
forgot
to
pray
for
me.
Still,
I
no
go
carry
hatred
in
my
heart,
Because
bitterness
can
tear
a
person
apart.
Me
werɛ
ahow,
nanso
m’
ani
da
so
wɔ
Onyame
so.
Nnipa
betumi
agyaw
wo,
nanso
Onyame
renngyaw
wo.
Me
nkwa
mu,
mehuu
nneɛma
pii,
Nanso
biribiara
ama
meyɛɛ
den
kakra.
Mekae
me
maame
ne
ne
nsɛm, “
Me
ba,
mma
wo
werɛ
mfi
Onyame.”
Sɛ
ɔhaw
ba
a,
mekae
ne
nne
no,
Na
me
nya
ahoɔden
de
toa
me
kwan
so.
M’
adwene
ayɛ
duru,
Nanso
me
gyidi
no
da
so
wɔ
me
mu.
Sɛ
ɛnnɛ
yɛ
sum
a,
M’
ani
da
so
wɔ
ɔkyena
hann
no
so.
My
life…
my
life…
I
carry
plenty
stories
inside.
I
smile
outside,
but
my
heart
dey
hide,
M’
ani
so
nsuo,
still
I
dey
survive.
M’
abrabɔ
yɛ
kwan
a,
M’
ennim
beebi
a
ɔbɛwie.
Mekɔ
a,
ɔhaw
ka
me
ho,
Nanso
menngyae
anidaso.
M’
adwen
dzi
yaw
wɔ
anadwo,
Nna
nyinaa
mekae
nna
a
atwam.
Nanso
mehu
sɛ,
Sɛ
Onyame
ama
me
kwan
akosi
ha
a,
Ɔno
ara
bɛma
me
akɔ
anim.
Aƒetɔ,
meɖe
kuku…
Miaƒe
dzi
le
vevie.
Ne
dzɔgbeɖeƒe
va
la,
Na
míakpɔ
ŋkeke
nyui.
Mawu,
nye
dzi
nɔ
ŋuwò…
Mègblẽm
o…
Miaƒe
mɔ
le
ŋkeke
me. (
Oh
Lord,
hear
my
heart.
Even
when
life
is
hard,
let
tomorrow
bring
light.)
One
day,
I
go
sit
down
and
tell
my
story,
One
day,
I
go
sit
down
and
tell
my
story,
And
all
the
tears
go
turn
into
testimony.
Me
abrabɔ
yɛ
den,
Nanso
me
da
so
gyina.
I
lost
some
people,
but
I
found
myself.
If
you
see
me
smiling,
please
don't
think
everything
is
okay.
Sometimes
a
smile
is
simply
a
person's
way
of
saying, “
I’
m
still
trying.”
My
life…
My
story…
M’
abrabɔ…
M’
ani
so
nsuo…
But
I
still
believe.
Blakkciti…
Nobody
knows
the
whole
story.
Only
God
knows
the
pages
I
never
had
the
courage
to
read
aloud. "
slow"
My
life…
my
life…
This
is
my
story.
Am
old
man
said
to
me ,
i
should
learn
to
understand
life .
Blakk
blakk
blakk
blakkciti
i
say
am
out!!!!!!!!!!