M3NSA, Wanlov The Kubolor - BISA Lyrics

We no know the answers
We no dey ask questions
Kiddie wey e dey quiz ein father
Dey block ein own blessings
Conflating colonial rule den culture be wanna transgression
Me like this then I always dey dodge class
But I never dey chop last
If the child dey skip your lessons, you no dey think ask
To nurture the mind of wanna youth, that be the only task
Lost in the realms of discipline and, feeding the ego
And we for start dey listen, cos really how much do we know
We no know the answers
We no dey ask questions
A closed mind is like a closed book
What be the essence
If we no dey sow nothing
Den make ideas germinate
Recover sciences forgotten, then make tins permeate
If the elders no invest in me
Den direct me on my path
If we dey minus the minors
How we dey do the math
We no know the answers
And we no dey ask

Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo

Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo

Who say little children should only be seen and not be heard
Young Bondzie you ask too many questions. Absurd
If you wan know the future observe the children when they play
Cos dem dey mirror wanna actions and what we dey do den say
2010, be when me I make decision
No lying to my kids, and no fake religion
We no dey do timid for here, speak up and don't mumble
And dey for question any fool who dares tells them to be humble

Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo

Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo

They say obey before complain
My mind too complex to come plain
Guilty till proven innocent
They smell filthy so no consent
Shut up and do what you are told
We owe so much nothing to our old
Bi
The atsia no even dey fall from the tree e just dey hang there
We dey prɔ in front of wanna parents, we dey become them
Atɔɔnii dey sing we the same songs, we no change the anthem
Chew and pour the kanzo finish, Amalia woamba ntɛm
They say they dey send we to schools, to know
Then when we suggest something better: Too known
We no want slow the cancer, just dey lie on your back
Me I know the Ansah's dat be why I dey on track

Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo

Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo
Sɛ enyim aa
Bisa ma obi nka nkyrɛ wo