Yeah yaaw yaaw
Welcome to my Molue state of mind
My mind is all yellow black stripes

Yo

Verse one [havalanche]

Happy sad people .never say die people.
9 to 5 people .hand to mouth people
Beautiful people –marginalised people
We do much but the government do little
Marley wrote exodus –this is the sequel
I dedicate my pen for the people
The strong .the meek.the weak and the feeble
The life we live in is sort of a riddle
Only few fortunate ones have the answers
And when they do –they hide it like a cancer
Holding on to knowledge will hamper our growth
So I puff puff pass to this little one I own
Each one should reach one to educate the populi
And that’s how we can maintain moral consistency
If links are broken between generations
History will be lost and it will affect coming generation
Let every man be a shoulder so a man can lean on
Imagine theres no country-John Lennon [lean-on]
I’m the spokeman for the oppressed all over
Music for my friends all over


Verse two [Tafa]

It's smiles everyday from people heavily crying.....
Hustle don't stop my people steadily trying.....
White collar or blue,my people on the streets all through.....
All true we start afresh like shit is all new.....
The paradox our reality,the insanity our sanity.....
Our dreams remain fantasies,blueprints are fallacies.....
graveyards of potentials,we did the excavation.....
autopsy to verify,we came to realisation.....
We don't quit though whether a Vulcaniser by the corner.....
Boli-epa seller, security guard facing a burner.....
Driver-conductor or the roadside mechanic.....
The traffic hawkers even though everyday is a panic.....
We survived the colonists we'll survive anything.....
Obstacles they taste sweet for us it's a jelly thing......
And we smile cos we're partly stupid and mainly strong.....
And if you think we'll win you're faintly wrong.....





Verse three

[Havalanche]

Travel with me –the bus is this music
99 standing .49 sitting.
My mind is all yellow black stripes
Like that lagos emblem of strife
A o mo bi tolo ki yi wa wa lo
But I have faith pe ko ni wa wa lo
Si nu koto –red eye ni gboro
Complex poetry entwine in a sorrow
The people need something to hold on to
Dirty politicks don choke our hope by the throat
But in this new dispensation ,theres a glimpse
Of a better tomorrow
We are eager for a transformation
I cant wait this change must come
For all the years we have been deprived hun
I want a re-pay –I want my people to smile now




[Tafa]

I dwell in the heart of the world,the motherland.....
I speak for the third world even if they don't understand.....
My lyrics born out of pain forged in the fury.....
So pardon me if I don't do those tunes that are so loony.....
I smile with tears everytime I stroll down the street.....
It's a war out here some people could barely eat.....
You could blame them cos maybe you're in a better position.....
Truth is ya a second citizen,a slightly better condition.....
Survival of the fittest? You just got lucky.....
You could do more with philanthropy and humility.....
Back to the matter there's a point that needs clarity.....
The paper chase isn't supposed to be a race for vanity.....
Survival tactics,awon temi hustle addicts.....
It's all about the numbers like mathematics.....
Along the line some of my people got money and got lost.....
Finer things of life they shat on at what cost?!!.....