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Soul Is Heavy - Nneka

Written by：Nneka Egbuna/T. Kweli Greene/Farhot Samadzada

Naija in the loud and roudy of my world

There is a secret place where I find myself

Can I find you

Biafra the noise of horns of thirsty nigerians

Of hustlers of mothers confront me as I walk pass

Lagos in prayer contemplation like a ghost

I feel the sorrow of a many

Still I do not know how much pain it takes

Naija I walk the island i walk the mainland

I see diversity

I smell capacity but still we suffer why

I am the voice of Isaac Boro

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am the spirit of Jaja of Opobo

Fight for right for our freedom

You A power hungry class of army arrangements

Stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician

You teacher who no nothing do not teach

Me lies

Naija generators wake from my self pity

No time to waste like okana really hits

Naija for too long we have surrendered

To the ignorance of ourself defense in you

We have failed

America how far must

We walk in calamity in suppression

How long would take for you to love Naija

As I sit here i want to live

There are so many plans for you

But still I can't deliver

I am the voice of Isaac Boro

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am the spirit of Jaja of Opobo

Fight for right for our freedom

You A power hungry class of army arrangements

Stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician

You teacher who no nothing do not teach

Me lies

Stealing money in my country's plight

Stealing money in my country's plight

Great mother my respect for you is in depht

My fear od death for you might kill me

Fallen lucifer percieve wahala

As we embrace you with change

You stay selfish fundamental

Black Africa we still survive

We still will rise for the world

Needs us to be America

This soul is heavy the little you have left to me

I charge to function in your madness

I am… in your madness

I am the voice of Isaac Boro

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am the spirit of Jaja of Opobo

Fight for right for our freedom

You A power hungry class of army arrangements

Stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician

You teacher who no nothing do not teach

Me lies

I am the voice of Isaac Boro

I speak Ken Saro Wiwa

I am the spirit of Jaja of Opobo

Fight for right for our freedom

You A power hungry class of army arrangements

Stealing money in my country's plight

A soldier pretending to be a politician

You teacher who no nothing do not teach

Me lies