(Log drum kicks in)
Eish, check it.
Love is a funny game, man.
Sharp sharp, listen.
I tell you I love you, you don’t even blink
You look at me cold, like you don't even think
I’m pouring my heart, but you’re checking the price
Everything is transactional, isn't that nice?
I’m looking for warmth but I’m catching a chill
Is this really love or just paying the bill?
I’m tired of the silence, I’m tired of the mask
Is it too much of a real love to ask?
It’s 50/50, but the math is all wrong
You only smile when the dollar comes along
Where is the feeling? Where is the care?
When the pockets are empty, you’re never there
It’s 50/50, baby, look at the light
When the cash is gone, you’re nowhere in sight
Yebo, that’s the reality now.
We at the family meeting, I try to speak up
But they look at my hands and they pour me a cup
Because I don't have the paper, I don't have the say
They treat my wisdom like it’s just in the way
I talk about Aunty, I honor her name
I want her buried at home, let’s handle the fame
But they ignore my voice, like a ghost in the room
Just 'cause I’m broke, they seal up my doom.
It’s 50/50, but the math is all wrong
You only smile when the dollar comes along
Where is the feeling? Where is the care?
When the pockets are empty, you’re never there
It’s 50/50, baby, look at the light
When the cash is gone, you’re nowhere in sight
Asambe, tell me the truth.
No money, no advice, that’s the code they keep
Selling our souls while the ancestors weep
I wanted to honor her, show her the grace
But they only care for the smile on your face
When the wallet is full, when the status is high
They don't even see the hurt in my eye.
Aunty was love, she was pure, she was gold
Now her memory is bartered, sold and controlled
I’m standing my ground, though my bank account’s dry
I’ll speak for the truth, I’ll let the fake people cry
I’m moving on forward, leaving the greed
I’ve got the spirit, that’s all that I need
Sho, I see you now.
It’s 50/50, but the math is all wrong
You only smile when the dollar comes along
Where is the feeling? Where is the care?
When the pockets are empty, you’re never there
It’s 50/50, baby, look at the light
When the cash is gone, you’re nowhere in sight
No money, no love, that’s the 50/50 game.
I see through the smoke.
Aweh, keep your dollar.
I’m out.