A song made by Wizkenyeisk
A song made by Wizkenyeisk
Wizkenye isk
Survival Mode
My name is wizzzy
(Intro)
Young Man: (Voice cracking) Ah, Freetown city!
The land of red mud and broken dreams.
Every morning I wake up, the hunger is greeting me "Good morning, sir!"
God, architectural plans no be building o! Let's go!
(Verse 1)
I wake up by four, my eyes dey red like pepper
I jump inside Tuke-Tuke, the driver dey vex for weather
We be six inside the bus, no space to breathe or swallow
One big mummy sit on top my lap, she say "My pikin, just follow!"
I reach the site to do bricklayer work for bread
The foreman look my face, he say the budget don dead
He give me five Leone, he say "Manage am for afternoon"
Five leone inside this economy? I go chop stone soon!
(Pre-Chorus)
My shoes don dey form laptop, the sole don open finish
If I waka for street, the red mud dey give me blemish
My girlfriend say she want bone straight, she dey look my face
I tell am "My sister, even bone to chew is now a scarce case!"
Oh no, no, no!
(Chorus)
SURVIVAL MODE! The pressure is getting wanser!
Survival mode! Poverty, please give me answer!
Today I chop garri, tomorrow I drink water!
My pocket is crying, it need a holy doctor!
I dey hustle everyday, but the win is very transient,
If I hold ten thousand naira today, tomorrow I dey mendicant!
(Verse 2)
Yesterday I say make I try sport betting for online
I select twenty-five games, I say "This one na my shine!"
Twenty-four games green, my heart dey beat like generator
The last team, Arsenal, they lose to a local skater!
My transient win vanish, the ticket burn like fire
I carry my head for hand, my body just dey tire
Even the tech job I apply, they say I need ten years experience
Ten years experience at twenty-nine? Na spiritual interference!
(Pre-Chorus)
My shoes don dey form laptop, the sole don open finish
If I waka for street, the red mud dey give me blemish
My girlfriend say she want bone straight, she dey look my face
I tell am "My sister, even bone to chew is now a scarce case!"
Oh no, no, no!
(Chorus)
SURVIVAL MODE! The pressure is getting wanser!
Survival mode! Poverty, please give me answer!
Today I chop garri, tomorrow I drink water!
My pocket is crying, it need a holy doctor!
I dey hustle everyday, but the win is very transient,
If I hold ten thousand naira today, tomorrow I dey mendicant!
Mandingo king
Karena mansa
Wizkenye I.S.K
(Instrumental Solo / Dance Break)
(Encore)
Tuke-Tuke driver no get change o! (No dey!)
Betting company don chop my change o! (No dey!)
They have the billions, I have the hope!
They have the connections, I have the soap!
Oya bounce! Survival mode!
Oya shake! Mandingo king, survival mode!
(Instrumental Outro)
Ring Road, Wizkenye, I.S.K... I don waka finish.
But we go back tomorrow.
E.D.S.A please bring light make I charge phone jare.