A song made by 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑
A song made by 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑
Puritan on the beat oh!
From the ghetto to greatness!
You go hear am!
They say money can't buy happiness
Abeg tell me one thing wey go bring happiness
If I dey shoot I no fit miss target
All of my friends them dey call me the best
Puritan no be ordinary
My melodies are from all the pain oh
Never compare me with any
Cus all of us our story different
For the ghetto, ghetto
Nobody knows tomorrow, morrow
No dey look down on a narrow, arrow, arrow
They no believe say me fit blow
But I know, I know
I know, I know!
From the struggle I rise oh
Every night I dey grind no be lie oh
They dey doubt but the fire in my eyes glow
Watch me soar I go reach to the sky oh
Ghetto youth with a vision so clear
All the pain wey I carry for here
Go turn to my blessing this year
Puritan the name them go fear!
For the ghetto, ghetto
Nobody knows tomorrow, morrow
No dey look down on a narrow, arrow, arrow
They no believe say me fit blow
But I know, I know
I know, I know!
E go clear!
Puritan!
Ghetto dreamer!