Song parody of
God, Doesn’t Print Money!
by Raizor Omar
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Abia, Umuahia
Adamawa, Yola
Akwa Ibom
I remember when they Paraded a boy from my class
In primary school for stealing that pen with multiple color ink
And how we sang praises and welcome song
To a certain thief in the political class with his entourage
That visited our class that hot afternoon
Right after school, We assembled
The Boy Who stole the Pen
Was punished, suspended
With the news of Our Earlier guest
Pledging to acquire the students
A bus, A round of applauds
School dismissed,Foolish me idolizing him
Now E don clear for my eyes who
The thieves really is
Words are deceitful, Numbers are falsified
If hatred doesn't kill you
I assure you, love will
Emotions are blindfold
Actions could mislead
Fair don't always win
We lost humanity to profit
I told my mom that prayers
Doesn't fix the economy
Because God doesn't print money!
And the Chinese wouldn't perish in hell
Because they are not Christian nor Muslim
If religion segregates then it makes no sense
Unlike ethnicities, unified to suit a colonial exploitation
Thesame reasons, your Ancestors rejected the whiteman's religion
It's faith confusing, History covers tracks
Our forefathers are sure resting where their forefathers at
We came from suffering
An average Blackman who you knows deserves a spot in heaven
Your Ancestors was right but in the book, you know they called them pagans
Uyo
Anasmbra, Awka
Bauchi, Bauchi
Abia, Umuahia
Adamawa, Yola
Akwa Ibom
I remember when they Paraded a boy from my class
In primary school for stealing that pen with multiple color ink
And how we sang praises and welcome song
To a certain thief in the political class with his entourage
That visited our class that hot afternoon
Right after school, We assembled
The Boy Who stole the Pen
Was punished, suspended
With the news of Our Earlier guest
Pledging to acquire the students
A bus, A round of applauds
School dismissed,Foolish me idolizing him
Now E don clear for my eyes who
The thieves really is
Words are deceitful, Numbers are falsified
If hatred doesn't kill you
I assure you, love will
Emotions are blindfold
Actions could mislead
Fair don't always win
We lost humanity to profit
I told my mom that prayers
Doesn't fix the economy
Because God doesn't print money!
And the Chinese wouldn't perish in hell
Because they are not Christian nor Muslim
If religion segregates then it makes no sense
Unlike ethnicities, unified to suit a colonial exploitation
Thesame reasons, your Ancestors rejected the whiteman's religion
It's faith confusing, History covers tracks
Our forefathers are sure resting where their forefathers at
We came from suffering
An average Blackman who you knows deserves a spot in heaven
Your Ancestors was right but in the book, you know they called them pagans
Uyo
Anasmbra, Awka
Bauchi, Bauchi
