Fela, Are You Proud of Me?

Baba o, baba 70 Ah, e be you be this? Ah, I just see that your set finish Baba make baba make we word abeg, eh? Make I just update you small Wetin dey happen for streets Just give me like three minutes, three minutes Baba make I just give you small bars Make you for feel my talent small, eh Baba, how you take reason am? Eh baba? I took the dirt road, I ruined my best clothes Life was hanging from a thread Cos Pac had been on death row Never had the Nike Js These days I want the Ye though But what would it matter if I cannot get in Through their headphones Fela, these days man the jungle's not really wild I'm wilding and I'm throwing tantrums like a silly child Since jungle done mature These cats came wilding in the streets What would you do if you had tight shoes? Are you dancing to the beat? The problem trying to get with stars is that you're reaching And the weight of the world on your shoulders Is hurting your weak knees But this weak link ain't a weakling If you factored in these weak ends Cos these days these weekends are Preserved for owambes and grievings I can't air my grievance so I hold a lot of grudges Now it stinks and I'm gorged with it My metabolism's turgid It means I struggle with shit I'm gassed up by the toxic environment surrounding my dreams Now, I might get combusted Fela, who exactly did you make the zombie for? Cos nothing has changed, everything is still what it was Save afrobeat ain't no longer all I had known it for Did you imagine tonight we'd be having this conversation? Fela. Baba na I dey try talk to you o You for feel me, you for feel me small, baba Eh? You for hear this talk o Hear am na, check am out I asked the Lord, who will bring the change? He said, I am the one like Billy Jane I am the one? Do you see these chains? Spent my energy tonight I need to get this change However, I was affected by appeal's constant rejection Now my abandonment issues has got me feeling resentment Resentful for all the times I was counted out this segment If I tow this path of hate Then I'm speeding and moving reckless On the path to omission, bruh Where the passion is missing, but still I doubt that a Slytherin could pass for a Gryffindor I'm asking, what's the satisfaction for a man stuck under? She said, I ride and he comes When my passion fruit is gripping up But who's been slipping on And squeezing passion juices dripping up That never quench my thirst So, I'm grabbing the sheets, I'm ripping up Say to my fears, riddikulus But they turned to a bigger monster And now here comes the ridicule-us, please give it up Fela, you was preaching you was teaching And I mean this thing sincerely But I can't see the real impact, cos I see no changes clearly When I met Teemac Iseli, I knew to go humpty-dumpty So then, I'll hump it and dump it Over with all the king's horses Baba Fela are you? You dey sleep? Baba I dey try update you o I dey try show you as e take be now Everybody eye red o, baba. Eh? You for know wetin dey sup na I'm dreaming at night now Fela, I'm living the life now Carry big cross on my neck and my back I'm living the passion of Christ now Pain in my back so I bite down This baptism water, I might drown Feeling the philistine and dealing with Dillingers I start to fight for my life now The colour of rejection is dark brown And victory's lap isn't mine now I'm feeling like Danny and Mike Brown The government killing us twice now They kill us with terror then kill us with police I'm scared I'll be losing my life now I can do anything but lie down They pushing my buttons for time out I might misbehave What my heart will say and my passion do Are just not quite the same And I know I made mistake But if you're sowing seeds of hate One day then the rage you grow Became a basket full of wild apples You're reaping what you sow Put this ripper on repeat I'm reaching way out of the basement I'm rolling stones and resurrecting to sounds of the Cavemen? Let it cave in or cave man Didn't live all time low so highlife could take the space man Lived my life to be great man The sound has been a reject for lack of the joro-jara effect All na ojoro so these days I para for the effect I knew you'll be left unimpressed Yet, why am I filled with regrets? I just need some respect, you can see I'm doing my best Fela, are you proud of me? The need for validation, wrapped around my feelings I need a hug and some consolation Fela, are you proud of me? There is a mortician in a morgue, watching a corpse No one is safe anymore Fela, are you proud of me? Was living for approval How often the mortician was coming for a loser Fela, are you proud of me? So, if I'm doing my best I'm owning it with my chest, lay it to rest Don't care if the fella isn't proud of me