Mode 9 – Cry

Ew, ew, ew, Chineke
Chimo, ewo
Ewo

Awalame
Chimo
Ew, ewo
Awalame
Chimo
Ew, ew, ew

They were man and wife, but he hardly slept with her
Out late with his friends, hurting his liver
She’s nine months pregnant, crying a river
Alone at home, about to deliver
He drinks away his pain, but more pain he give her
The cold street make her vile up and shiver
She was a diva when they met back in school

She was so fine, everybody was a fool
Now she is married to one who is also a drunk
Coming back late, slurry word smelling like a skunk
Working hard, but he drink harder
Married to the bottle, about to be a father
Baby kicking, got her crying on the phone
(Darling come home)

So he broke the speed limit (please, come home)
Driving drunk like he in a race trying to win it
Lost control, overtaking on a bend
Plunge to his death, an untimely end
Wife who gave birth, what joy, he is a boy
But she cried when she found out she was a widow
Mourning bald headed, that’s the culture of the Igbos

(Ew, ew, ew, Chineke)
(Chimo, ewo)
Obu gini ka’mere onwu, ew Chimo
Gini kam’me onwu ji’bia, ah-ah
Obu gini ka nwanne jie gbu nwanne, ew
Gini kam’me onwu ji’bia, ah-ah-ah

They were best friends from the tender age of seven
Both raised to have love for God in heaven
Closer than family neighbours for many years
Two young men always topping their peers
They parents never thought they would bring home tears
Separated, then they met in college pursuing knowledge
But they couldn’t hang ’cause they were members of rival gangs
Eyeballing each other, working with the people
When you bang the with the colours, rest of mind leaves you
Now you looking over your back expecting evil

They were cold-blooded grown men, both lethal
A fire shot from their fun-loving boys
The guns that they thot far from toys
And one night both gangs have beef
Hanging in the atmosphere they left a shroud of grief
A face-off right in the school premises
That night they met their nemesis
They shot each other point-blank, eye to eye (oh, my God)
Damn, they made they mamas cry

(Ew, ew, ew, Chineke)
(Chimo, ewo)
Obu gini ka’mere onwu, ew Chimo
Gini kam’me onwu ji’bia, ah-ah
Obu gini ka nwanne jie gbu nwanne, ew
Gini kam’me onwu ji’bia, ah-ah-ah

Ewo
Awalame
Chimo
Ew, ewo
Awalame