A song made by Micky Mariz
A song made by Micky Mariz
Yeah yeah
From the trenches to the top oh
God abeg!
I don see pepper for dis life oh
Na hustle dey feed me every day
From Mushin to Surulere I dey grind
No be mouth, na action I dey spray
My broda them dey street, we no dey play
Hunger wan kpai us but we no go fall
Every day na struggle, we dey pray
Make tomorrow beta pass today at all at all
Bless me oh, bless me
After all the trenches wey I don see
Bless me oh, bless me
Make my mama proud, make am dey sweet
Bless me oh, bless me
From the bottom to the top, e go be
Bless me oh, bless me
God abeg oh!
I remember those days for the ghetto
No food, no hope, only prayer
But I tell myself say I must blow
No weapon formed against me go prosper
Now I dey rise like the morning sun
God don butter my bread with jara
All the pain and the struggle don turn to ginger
Mo gbe! Nothing fit stop me, wahala!
Bless me oh, bless me
After all the trenches wey I don see
Bless me oh, bless me
Make my mama proud, make am dey sweet
Bless me oh, bless me
From the bottom to the top, e go be
Bless me oh, bless me
E choke!
From trenches to blessings
On God!