Freedom Must Make Am

*[Verse 1]*

Pull

up

in

a

city

where

nobody

know

my

name,

Pocket

empty

but

my

heart

full

of

pain,

For

the

place

wey

I

come

from,

joy

no

dey

streets,

We

dey

smile

for

photo

but

we

no

dey

sleep.

I

want

this

money,

not

for

designer,

Na

for

mama,

that

woman

don

too

suffer,

Every

wrinkle

for

her

face

na

my

story,

Mama

your

boy

dey

try,

e

no

easy. _***

Mama,

your

boy

still

dey

wait

for

blessing,

Knees

on

the

ground,

sti