God, Doesn’t Print Money! Lyrics

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

Anambra, Awka

Bauchi, Bauchi