Judgement Day - DaSuKi, Clay

RIP Celestine Ukwu

Toh

Time to talk to 'em

Crush lives of the poor in the Otodo Gbames

To build the dreams of the rich having more beach resorts

Destroy the markets and the shacks make the poor poorer

Long as it looks good anything is sport

You promised them the promised land but till now it’s fallow

They’re trying to hold you to your word I mean what, the nerve!

You pacify them with transistors and wheelbarrows

Keep acting like you’re any different

You’re just waiting your turn to get in and lay the land to waste

You shout «God forbid I’m a Christian»

But you’re dragging the brethren that helped you to a case

Best friends shimmy close, turn lingerie

Brothers turn cobras just to strike longer pay

Your venom can’t pierce my denim, keep thrashing

We’ll see who’s laughing last on Judgement Day

CHORUS (Clay)

We rise like air

We break our bounds

We raise our voice

We burn these tapes

You stole our song

You hid our dreams

It’s judgment day

Let the music play

Blood on the dance floor

Blood on the dance floor

Now what’s true religion

If Islam and the Christian mission of evangelism

Is in heathen view the son of perdition’s precision tool

For increasing division

So thanks to what should be leading the children to The Father to gather,

even larger legions are headed on a collision course with the heavenly region

Now do we blame Catholicism, Protestantism, Pentecostalism, Muslim

fundamentalism or some other form of religious fanaticism?

Schism’s risen between those who believe in John’s Baptism

And those whose vision is Charism and the oil of chrism

Islam’s pilgrims claiming holy war as reason to murder infants

Cos they’ve bin laden with a gift called terrorism?

Women blaspheming in the name of being feminine

Sinning with the semen got men’s spirits in the grave or bedridden

The bible envisioned this- us better off deceased than living

But are these symptoms of the endtime or just the beginning?

Listen

CHORUS (Clay)

We rise like air

We break our bounds

We raise our voice

We burn these tapes

You stole our song

You hid our dreams

It’s judgment day

Let the music play

Blood on the dance floor

Blood on the dance floor