Epigenetics

They looked at me with sadness in their eyes

One of my co-workers slowly started to cry

Ah what's going on I didn't realize anything was wrong

I mean we all just slowly moved along with our days went to school

Another memory that I calmly put away like

Mumsy ask me Wale what's your day like

Think I told her bout the rest

Whole country got post traumatic stress

Africa's giant man say it with your chest

Imagine one day director shouts cut

And they switch the lights off

And you realize this was all a joke

I could only live in hope

Make dem throw the country away now

So we can hit reset on the way down

And we can lift the hex that they placed

Round our necks and the stress we escaping when we lay down

I'm thinking, how do we grow

Will we ever get a chance to reload

I know some people really chopping off the chaos

But karma is dish served cold

One for the money two for the show

3 for my people at home

Somehow we gotta make it legal illegal or both

I’m at the fork in the road

I took a different approach

All these years no light

Don’t see a beacon of hope

Pitch black

Got to the end of the tunnel and it was pitch black

Shoulda just done what I wanted and hit a lick fast

Lil good boy now a nigga big bad yeah a nigga big bad

And pissed off

If you can’t do it by the book then what’d you read for

My hommie quit his job became a G-boy

3 months later baba don buy Porsche

Small boy big God talk less win more we gon win y'all

And I pray l'm forgiven for my sins Lord

We just living out this Nollywood dream

Bad guys don’t die the man with the money wins

Manacles on my mental they don’t want you to think

If you don’t move an inch your praying won’t do a thing

Something bout to happen yo it’s always on the brink

When you in the jungle know

It’s all about the green white green

Freedom ain’t free it’s what it seems

We collect cash cheque or melanin

You better be a friend of the regime

Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick

And its a crap scene the Naija version of groundhog day

And you're stuck in this reoccurring bad dream

I swear my country's a cocktail of Absinthe codeine and caffeine

Bar tender says here's four more shots

There's generational trauma going on here

And like karma the bitch won't stop