Charlie,
Charlie,
Charlie,
Charlie…
Should
I
talk
about
Or
the
pain
at
home
where
silence
Should
I
talk
about
how
life
bends
Sometimes
life
throws
weight
–
but
we
let
it
weigh
us
down,
you
know?
But
Charlie,
Charlie,
we
no
go
break
From
Accra
streets
to
Nandom
town
we
take
A
stand,
a
step,
a
vow
We
wear
the
victory
crown
–
yours,
mine
---
From
Nandom
to
Ashaiman,
everyday
we
dey
ground
to
evening
time,
no
rest,
just
Guy,
you
dey
shine
–
your
song
go
Let
this
song
hit
the
street,
let
the
ghetto
boys
unwind
---
Ghetto
symphony,
every
step
They
ask
me
"How
you
coping?"
–
I
say
"Listen
to
the
setback
set
me
up
to
never
we
gather,
tribe
by
tribe
Rhythm
and
pain
inside
our
stride
The
crown
heavy,
but
we
wear
it
proud
in
silence,
we
sing
it
From
Nandom
to
Ashaiman,
everyday
we
dey
ground
Morning
to
evening
time,
no
rest,
just
Guy,
you
dey
shine
–
your
song
go
sweet
Let
this
song
hit
the
street,
let
the
ghetto
boys
cool
their
stress
tonight
Charlie…
sometimes
life
will
throw
its
weight
we
no
go
let
it
We
rise
from
the
dust,
from
the
broken
ground
Let
We
want
to
shine
Blakk
Pot
We
wear
the
victory
crown
From
Accra
Let
the
ghetto
boys
play
this
song…
Cool
their
stress…
Sweet
past
wine…
yeah.
Blakk
Pot
to
the
world