DEAR GOD (feat. Ave Maria choir Clegg) Video (MV)

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 f*ck 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