For finding love, for making love, for loving, for losing love, for loving love, love for love, for Fantis, for Akans, for lovers, for lomnavas, for music lovers and forget it, for Ghana, forever, for forgiving, and for fortune...Fort Knocks


FANTI LOVE SONG

Produced by Kid Konnect
Written by Olawale Davies & Olumide Ayeni 


Shey Bai by SDC

They only hear you when you speaking lewd
They only hear you when you show them nudes
They never wanna hear you when it’s about the people
Never wanna hear you when it’s about the country 
Never wanna hear you
Never wanna hear you
(2x)

I swear I have no panties on! 
Standing on the podium preaching about unification 
Talking about how the masses have been destabilized 
and how we need to quarantine the brilliant to enforce a revolution 
And somehow, nobody hears a thing 
But let me say that I swear I have no panties on, 
And suddenly, I have your attention. 

I was born in a generation where many of us live in a nonchalant mode 
Living life in the go-slow speed section 
because we consider our personal freedom as untouchable entities 
The average boy is walking in his peers shadow 
waiting for an opportunity to say, “Man, that’s dope!” 
The average girl is wondering how cute she looks 
in her tall boyfriend’s white tees 
And the youth don’t care about mass unemployment 
or cares to know what GDP stands for 
Because he’s driving in a car mother got him 
and he’s mooching off father’s hard earned sweat 
And he says he likes his women intelligent, 
but befuddle his mind and he’ll tell you, 
“Mami, I just want to see some ass” – that’s what he’s here for 
And she wants a smart boy, 
but not for what she can learn from him, 
only for the wealth he can create – man’s favourite pet 

And you want to just crash their heads together 
and subject them to their inner feelings 
Cause them to feel inside the structure 
of their paralyzed thoughts 
To question the identification details of their minds; 
are they citizens of their own freaking minds? 
Not hanging by society’s puppet strings, 
being actively enslaved by a system under the guise of education? 
Not fueling a system that has no hope of reaping benefits? 
And living their life such that society has to live up to their standard? 
Silence 
Nobody hears a thing. 
Nobody speaks a word 
I said I had no panties on, 
and everybody found their voice 

They only hear you when you speaking lewd
They only hear you when you show them nudes
They never wanna hear you when it’s about the people
Never wanna hear you when it’s about the country 
Never wanna hear you
Never wanna hear you
(2x)

Naked Listeners

Chip. Chip. Chip.
Chisel approximately 3.5 inches of flesh out of the waist area
Lift the breasts to a firm position until it is perky and a perfect D cup
Add three layers of skin until the backside can vibrate with a single poke
Tone the leg muscles until men can see their reflection in your gleaming skin
Widen the hips until it is the exact curve of a bass clef 
Chip. Chip. Chip 
Perfect your body until it is a cross between a fiction writer’s
description of the girl a woman’s husband leaves her for
and a photoshop guru’s final masterpiece.
Soften your muscles, don't be too boyish
You don't want to have kids? There must be a glitch
You cannot be too skinny
You cannot be too fat
You cannot be team itty bitty 
You can’t have boobs that sag
You cannot have a small ass, what’s there to hold?
You cannot love your body until somebody says so
You can only love your stretch marks when it it is a map for a man to find your tucked away treasure
Pit women against each other let's find out who is fresher 
Tell women they're the queens and then go right ahead and be the crowns 
Checkmate, there goes the clown
You cannot want to have it all
You cannot want to follow just one path
You cannot have too much make up
You have to look natural but not the kind of natural that makes you look like you just woke up from a 36 hour sleep. 
Everything you do is a free license for critique

You keep running away from your body like it isn’t home
You keep trying to fit your body into negative spaces
Like you aren’t made up of magic
Like the sun don’t shine from your eyes
Like you aren’t the definition of evolution
The distance between beautiful and unique is where your body lies
And so go ahead and love yourself
 
You are to swallow your pride like it doesn’t have a sour after taste
You are to be a perfect balance; not too acid, not too alkaline
You are to be a conscientious being who meanders perfectly between soft and hard
You are to be a funky Friday night mixed with a tinge of Monday seriousness and a hint of Sunday calm
You are to be all the colours of the rainbow at the same damn time
Everything you do is an open invitation for condemnation
So love yourself anyway
Love the brown and the bounce out of your skin
Love the unholiness of your lips
Love the 9am happy face stitched on
Love the ugly feet and the awkward teeth 
Love the high pitch laughter that grinds everybody’s gears
Love the intricacies of your mind and how it keeps you up all night
Love the parts of you you're waiting for someone else to love before you learn to love yourself wholly 
Everything you do is an open invitation for condemnation, so go ahead and love yourself anyway 

Go ahead, go ahead and love yourself now (2x)
Go ahead and love yourself (3x)

You keep running away from your body like it isn’t home
You keep trying to fit your body into negative spaces
Like you aren’t made up of magic
Like the sun don’t shine from your eyes
Like you aren’t the definition of evolution
The distance between beautiful and unique is where your body lies
And so go ahead and love yourself


Love Yourself

War Coming - Eva Ft Sir Dauda

Single

Vote For Me ft. Akan

Coroner, what will you find when you split my body into two?
What will you find? 2x
Will I be sufficiently dead
Or half dead with ambitions in my head
One part dreaming, two parts achieving
Will I be the girl who planned all day yet did nothing with her life 
Or did I dive in heart first, head later
Will I be the girl who spent her days on pointless grief, oh my ?
Figuring out life, one heartbreak at a time (at a time)
Did I die with my confession underneath my tongue
Or lying in somebody else’s bed
Will I have died reading poetry to a singing crowd 
Laughing too hard at a cute boy’s bad joke 
Stuck right in the middle of hindsight 
Waiting for a text that would never come  
Will they find me with sorrow sleeping in my chest 
Will I be near obsolete from being well used 
Even in the dim light did I still shine 
Sitting face down with apologies stuck in my throat 
Tracing my finger down a boy’s hip, living the verses of Songs of Solomon
Learning sewing patterns on Youtube
Will I die in an apartment with walls the colour of puke, 
promising to paint it a happy colour but never getting to it
Will I have procrastinated my salvation too?
Will I have achieved all my dreams before they speak of me in past tense 
Coroner, tell me

Written & composed by Poetra Asantewa
Mixed & Mastered by Qube

Coroner

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Love Brewed w/ Bully [pr Kwame Universe]

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Written & composed by Poetra Asantewa
Produced by Nii Quaye

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