STREET TESTIMONY Wazo Bala - Blood, Sweat & Faith Project (Copyright © Haddeubal, 2025) I dey see ghosts for my lane, Too many faces wey no go come back again. Street dey talk, street dey cry, Dem dey call my name, but I no reply. From the gutter, from the pain, Boys dey fight just to see next day. If you no sharp, omo, you go fade, Every man dey find e own way. I see blood for the block, e no wipe, Mama dey cry, but the gun still strike. Dem dey run, dem dey dodge street light, But omo, street no dey sleep at night. One wrong step, omo, game over, One wrong talk, man fit crossover. No second chance, no do-over, You fit pray, but the knife still hover. Omo, street no dey love no one, Many fall, many boys don run. Say dem strong, but the time go come, Where dem go lay, where dem go turn? Street testimony, Every scar tell my story. No be luck, no be glory, Na by grace, I no dey worry. Now I dey high, now I dey flex, But my mind dey run like text. Even when I smile, omo, I dey vex, Too many names wey I fit forget. I no fit sleep without the lights on, Dem say peace, but I feel war zone. Phone dey ring, I dey watch unknown, Who be real? Who be just for show? Is there hope for a man like me? Can I run? Can I break? Can I be free? Or na curse wey dey follow we? Street no dey forget, omo, street go see. Omo, street no dey love no one, Many fall, many boys don run. Say dem strong, but the time go come, Where dem go lay, where dem go turn? Street testimony, Every scar tell my story. No be luck, no be glory, Na by grace, I no dey worry.
