Chale, the Struggle is Real
A song made by Dr. Yeguo Mensah
Chale, the Struggle is Real
A song made by Dr. Yeguo Mensah
(Melancholic palmwine guitar solo)
Eiii, chale...
Sometimes the road is too dark, you know?
Every day we dey pray for a better tomorrow.
As3m bɛn ni?
Hmm, kasa...
The morning sun rises but my pocket is cold
A story of struggle that is never been told
My shoes are worn out, walking miles on the street
With no food in my belly, no shoes on my feet
I see my mama weeping in the corner of the room
Looking at the sky, waiting for the dark to bloom
The landlord is knocking, he is shouting at the door
And we are sweeping the tears from this broken dusty floor
Chale, how long must we suffer this pain?
Walking through the fire, crying in the rain.
Oh oh, poverty is a heavy load, eiii!
Walking down this lonely, dusty road
Chale, the struggle is real, yieee!
No food for the plate, no warmth we can feel
Oh, Lord, when will the light break through?
When will the sky change from grey to blue?
We are fighting just to survive today
But the shadows of poverty won't go away.
I see my brothers standing on the corner of the block
Waiting for a miracle, staring at the clock
No jobs in the city, just promises and lies
You can see the hollow hunger in their tired eyes
We eat waakye without meat, just to pass the night
Hoping that tomorrow we might see the light
But the system is rigged, the rich get the gold
While the poor man's soul is bartered and sold
Herh! The suffer is too much for one man to bear
We cry out to heaven but does anyone care?
Oh oh, poverty is a heavy load, eiii!
Walking down this lonely, dusty road
Chale, the struggle is real, yieee!
No food for the plate, no warmth we can feel
Oh, Lord, when will the light break through?
When will the sky change from grey to blue?
We are fighting just to survive today
But the shadows of poverty won't go away.
Ɛyɛ den, oh, it is hard to believe
That we only have tears when it's time to grieve
From Accra to Kumasi, the story's the same
A nameless face in a brutal, cold game
But we keep on pushing, we keep on the fight
Even when the darkness swallows the night
Sa? We must survive, we must stand tall
Though the weight of the world makes us want to fall.
I remember the days when we had a little hope
Now we are just hanging on a frayed, thin rope
The children are crying, they can't go to school
In this concrete jungle where the heartless rule
My father's hands are rough, his back is so bent
Working all his life just to pay the rent
Yet we have nothing to show for the years
Just a bucket full of sorrow and a river of tears.
Oh oh, poverty is a heavy load, eiii!
Walking down this lonely, dusty road
Chale, the struggle is real, yieee!
No food for the plate, no warmth we can feel
Oh, Lord, when will the light break through?
When will the sky change from grey to blue?
We are fighting just to survive today
But the shadows of poverty won't go away.
(Palmwine guitar fades slowly with soft violin)
Chale...
We dey hope, we dey pray.
One day, the sunshine will find us.
As3m bɛn ni...
Hmm, yieee.
Lord, hear our cry.
