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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jidenna
Jidenna
Vocals
Seun Kuti
Seun Kuti
Vocals
Nana Kwabena
Nana Kwabena
Programming
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jidenna
Jidenna
Composer
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Composer
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Composer
Robert Bell
Robert Bell
Composer
Ronald Bell
Ronald Bell
Composer
Claydes Charles Smith
Claydes Charles Smith
Composer
George Brown
George Brown
Composer
Gene Redd
Gene Redd
Composer
Woodrow Sparrow
Woodrow Sparrow
Composer
Dennis Thomas
Dennis Thomas
Composer
Richard Westfield
Richard Westfield
Composer
Nana Kwabena
Nana Kwabena
Arranger
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jidenna
Jidenna
Recording Engineer
Nana Kwabena
Nana Kwabena
Producer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Producer
Young Guru
Young Guru
Mixing Engineer
Benjamin Fusel
Benjamin Fusel
Assistant Engineer
Brock Grenfell
Brock Grenfell
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People, confusion going on
Why don't we just learn how to live with one another?
It's not really impossible, why do we have to make it so hard?
With so much pollution and erasion, why? Why?
If we can learn how to live with one another, then we can learn who is going to take the weight?
Wait, I think that you'll find it
Wait, wait I think that you'll find it
Wait, wait I think that you'll find it
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
I go for the record, I don't just go for the medals, bro
**** used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro
Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro
Every move is bold, ain't no time for bein' subtle, bro
In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack
Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back
Po-po spun the wheel on misfortune, but I ain't play that
They come 'round and pat-pat-pat us down, but I ain't Sajak
I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro
I escaped the drive-bys, drop the funerals, bro
And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, whoa, whoa
Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace? I'on know
I escaped them tryna bleach a ****'s brain
Coulda went to Wall Street, instead, I built up my own lane
Rather have a street in my own name
Or money with my face on it like I'm Prince Akeem
[Verse 3]
You not gon' see me frowning in these days and times
You see, the days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football jerseys
We now know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait
[Verse 4]
My ****, who knew?
Who knew that that boy from Enugu wit' the booboo on his knee (Knee)
Back then was actin' like a poodle on a leash (Leash)
One day, he'd have to learn the juju on the streets
Starin' at death, like, is your shooters gonna squeeze (Squeeze)
Freeze, please
As a little boy, slangin' chains back in Chinatown
Thinkin' to myself, I'ma build a Blacker kinda town wit' my, wit' my wealth
And I pray that I'm the brightest sound that you ever felt
I'ma take a million flights around, till that shit is felt
That's that lead the way, aye
That's no piece of cake, aye
That's that troll online that live inside the tree all day, aye
That's that he so gay, aye
That's that she so fake, aye
That's that insecure, aye
That's that Issa Rae, aye
You do you, me do me
So long as you don't fuss wit' we (We, baby)
[Verse 5]
I believe it's time for an African peoples' powered highway
The highway that will connect the Diaspora and Motherland
A global highway for African people all over the world to rediscover themselves
To remember that the only thing that unites Black people, globally, the only thing we all have in common is that we are from Africa
Written by: Claydes Charles Smith, Dacoury Natche, Dennis Thomas, Gene Redd, George Brown, Jidenna, Nana Kwabena Tuffuor, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Woodrow Sparrow
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