Water Cemetery Songtext
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Water Cemetery Songtext
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Where′s the outrage who we holding accountable?
Are we all numb cause of daily survival?
Why the images don't touch us no more?
Why we so detached like reporters of war?
What′s it going to take to mobilise the people
To ignite compassion in these times of evil?
How we going to stop the youth from chasing a dream
When the future is dark, grey and grim?
How you sell patience when it's short cuts
And instant gratification at all costs?
How you debunk lies of lands of milk and honey
When we celebrate scammers and money?
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
How do you grieve when you never saw a body?
How do you say goodbye when the grave is empty?
How do you find closure and ever move on
When your heart keeps hoping from dusk till dawn?
For every floating corpse- two in the Sahara!
Bodies buried in sand don't appear in data
Neither the thousands with no name and paper
Dumped, abandoned in the cemeteries of strangers
Brothers and sisters tortured and raped
Sold and resold as modern-day slaves
Organ harvesters and human traffickers
Making their gains from the pains of Africans
Omi ń gb′ọ′mọ lọ
Owo' ni àwọn adarí ń kó
E′ni'ya′n ń parun s'áṣálẹ′
Wọ́n ń gbẹ̀bi' fún aláàárẹ̀
Wọ́n ń gba're fún ẹlẹ́bi
O′ṣi′ṣẹ' ko′ r'ówó gba′ o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Where′s the outrage who we holding accountable?
Are we all numb cause of daily survival?
Why the images don't touch us no more?
Why we so detached like reporters of war?
What′s it going to take to mobilise the people
To ignite compassion in these times of evil?
How we going to stop the youth from chasing a dream
When the future is dark, grey and grim?
How you sell patience when it's short cuts
And instant gratification at all costs?
How you debunk lies of lands of milk and honey
When we celebrate scammers and money?
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
How do you grieve when you never saw a body?
How do you say goodbye when the grave is empty?
How do you find closure and ever move on
When your heart keeps hoping from dusk till dawn?
For every floating corpse- two in the Sahara!
Bodies buried in sand don't appear in data
Neither the thousands with no name and paper
Dumped, abandoned in the cemeteries of strangers
Brothers and sisters tortured and raped
Sold and resold as modern-day slaves
Organ harvesters and human traffickers
Making their gains from the pains of Africans
Omi ń gb′ọ′mọ lọ
Owo' ni àwọn adarí ń kó
E′ni'ya′n ń parun s'áṣálẹ′
Wọ́n ń gbẹ̀bi' fún aláàárẹ̀
Wọ́n ń gba're fún ẹlẹ́bi
O′ṣi′ṣẹ' ko′ r'ówó gba′ o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Plenty, plenty body for open sea
Mediterranean na cemetery
Yeah o Africa future dey die o
Writer(s): Abiodun Oke, Adegoke Odukoya, Akin Akinhanmi, Akinkunmi Olagunju, Ayomiku Aigbokhan, Babajide Okegbenro, Damilola Williams, Dare Odede, Ibrahim Oyetunji, Isaiah Odeyale, Olufemi Sanni, Opeyemi Oyewande, Peter Sadibo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
