DEAR GOD ft. Ave Maria choir Clegg Lyrics

It was around 12:30 on a Sunday afternoon

I took a drop from my street down to the park

I was heading to the villa for my sister's trad.

I Got to the park and I sight my old school friend

Sky blue jean, shades and a black face cap

Looking clean like he always looked in the past

I approached him, he was so engrossed in his phone

But when he saw me

We anchored niggas hug and we manned it up

Man I need to buy ticket so I stand for queue

You traveling too? Was my question to him

You just dey fresh bro was what he said to me

Back in school, he was always nice with words

Had a good coordination all the teachers friend

He was never amongst the low class students

He wore a packet shirt and never china white

Came back with the ticket and I sat close to him

We anchored again you know, niggas way

I asked him my G what's been up lately

He said nothing much I Dey wait for waybill

We started to gist about the old school days

That's when I noticed something not far from us

A transparent bucket filled up with chips

White nylon, fancy bag by the side

I asked if he knows who was selling the chips

As I need to pick some for my cousins at home

He said nah it was there before he came

I said no p I go buy for road be that

My bus don full so now I need to push

We anchored again and I stood up to leave

But then he called me his face pale and sad

And he told me bro "na me dey hawk the chips"

Away, Away, Away

My pains away

Take my pains away

Take my pains away

Take them away

Away, Away, Away

My pains away

Take my pains away

Take my pains away

Take them away

So I asked for his number so I can chat him up

He gave me that but said I could only call

His phone is bad and he can't even fix it

So for now I should just call if need be

Late night same day I rung him

He picked up but he was sounding sleepy

I apologized maybe I was calling too late

He laughed and said bro,no dey whine me

He told me he lost his dad a year ago

So he's left alone with the younger ones

And the mom who's never ever worked before

So now everybody gotta hit the street

Although his dad left some money in the bank

But you know naija banks them go stress you die

Many protocols till they break you down

And once you break down them go chop you die

Two weeks later and I tried to ring again

But this time around his mom picked the phone

I asked of his son and she kept quite

And when I asked again,

She told me he's dead

He was hit on the road while hawking his chips

Damn

How the fuck should I feel after I dropped the phone

Lost in myself trying to figure how to feel

Couldn't even speak but the first thing I said

Make person no go die before e reach em time

Unfortunately, we don't even have a time

We just wanna live a good life before we die

This money we dey find no be bad we wan use am do

We just wanna soft, live long till the day we die.

Away, Away, Away

My pains away

Take my pains away

Take my pains away

Take them away

Away, Away, Away

My pains away

Take my pains away

Take my pains away

Take them away

Dear God

I represent everybody in the hood

Trying hard to make ends meet good

No one adds early death to their books

So I'm asking what should we do?

If death comes kicking with her boot

Would you save us or over look?

All the pains and the tears it'll cause

It all happens for a reason my foot

We work hard do this do that

We show love, pay dues pay tithes

We stayed up praying all night

We done 6 to 6 fasting

Eat healthy, drink water

Do this, do that, exercise

We do all the things we're asked to do

Still no guarantee we'll be living good

Dear God