Elidior The poet - Mate lyrics

MATE (ft. Ablord). ​ [Ablord] Yese me y3 mate mene nipa ns3 Ntare3 bi wo ho a mene nipa nhy3 My brother this no be my end So if I be mate ibi you adey serve o So why dem dey talk say wanna head die Whilst we dey work every day and night Me adey hustle from Monday to Sunday My brother no time for my rest o Abi the mate Ekyerehofo mony3 no baako mmame wai Abi the mate Ma**a back tire no ay3 lose wai Abi the mate Tech oduom Tech oduom Tech Tech Tech oduom Abi the mate Ekyerehofo mony3 no baako mmame wai Abi the mate Ma**a back tire no ay3 lose wai Labadi, Palm wine, aboome Kadjano Osufo monfro na ay3 ma Abi the mate [ELIDIOR] I'm not in this profession because I chose to Circumstances, something I had to I'm not shouting on top of my voice because I like it Job requirement, something I would benefit They call me their equal but not their co-equal Considered dirty and everything I say is nonsense But they don't know how difficult this my job is, Sleep late, wake up at dawn and tidy up my office Many clients seek for my service yet treat me like nothing It something really hurting but I'm made to be silent about it Because boss says it's not good for customer service But sometimes, I can't hold it I talk back and its ten percent deduction from my daily wages They are supposed to be customers but sometimes turn into enemies Especially the ladies, because of their coins they want to be treated like queens I know you are wondering what this my job is My highest promotion is the stations manager My boss, is the driver. Im the mate, my English name- the conductor I deal in paper and coins Kasoa Aladjo konongo Ejisu Kofrom Ahodwo santasi santasi mamobi oyibi Yes, tech tec tech circ circ circ… its all I do all day People think I'm ignorant, but I know nature doesn't discriminate We all breathe air Whether good or bad, we all live here They think I'm stupid Because I pa** silly comments a lot And it's called, something something typing Stereo or mono? Either way it doesn't sound right I become a little violent when fuel prices gain increment Sometimes I get beaten, occupational hazard I get insulted, occupational hazard But when girls turn down my proposals, occupational curse Making sure one cedi note is available to the police is my civic responsibility Dashing loading boys, corporate responsibility You paying fifty instead of sixty pesewas, charity The way I smell bad, call it branding or self-fulfilling prophecy But I'm not in this profession because I chose to Circumstances, something I had to I'm not shouting on top of my voice because I like it Job requirement, something I would benefit I was seen as a bad breed in school, nothing but trouble Even though going to school was cool I had trouble following the rules So they said I was different A little bit truant At fifty-eight degrees Celsius, I refused to wear my flying tie so “I'm not decent” I never understood why we were always looking for X but never asked Y even though they are neighbours in the alphabet. It was suspension, later dismissal. So what happened to “more room for improvement”? Now here I am, not shouting on top of my voice beacause I like it Job requirement, something I would benefit Kasoa Aladjo konongo Ejisu Kofrom Ahodwo santasi santasi mamobi oyibi circ circ circ tech tec tech … it's all I do all day This is the story of most of us To society we are just statistics Number of school dropout seen as misfit Whilst society failed to fit us in School is like the potter We are clays ready to be molded into different shape and forms But it fails to understand that we are of different texture, composition and character Now imagine the damage this is causing the system Youth in prison, teenage pregnancy, prostitution, armed robbery Illiteracy and crime rate on the increase So what happened to school as a socialization tool? Because throwing us out of school was not a final solution But it further prolonged the inevitable repercussion on society My experience made me write this poem within one minute But is experience might make him put a gun to your head for your phone within one minute Yet How dare you still call us misfits? When school saw dismissal as an option! [Ablord] Yese me y3 mate mene nipa ns3 Ntare3 bi wo ho a mene nipa nhy3 My brother this no be my end So if I be mate ibi you adey serve o So why dem dey talk say wanna head die Whilst we dey work every day and night Me adey hustle from Monday to Sunday My brother no time for my rest o Abi the mate Ekyerehofo mony3 no baako mmame wai Abi the mate Ma**a back tire no ay3 lose wai Abi the mate Tech oduom Tech oduom Tech Tech Tech oduom Abi the mate Ekyerehofo mony3 no baako mmame wai Abi the mate Ma**a back tire no ay3 lose wai Labadi, Palm wine, aboome Kadjano Osufo monfro na ay3 ma