Here’s
a
sorrowful,
mysterious
Afrobeat
cut
about
Chidwave
on
the
hustle
—
low
tempo,
moody
guitars,
log
drums
that
hit
like
heartbeats,
foggy
horns
in
the
background.
Streetlight
dey
flicker,
rain
dey
fall
empty,
but
mind
dey
full
of
plans
Shadow
dey
follow,
I
no
fit
shake
the
hands
your
time
I
dey
count
my
breaths
in
a
city
wey
no
end
Every
corner
get
eyes,
every
smile
get
I
dey
hustle
in
silence,
fighting
for
my
life
Something
dey
follow
me,
I
no
fit
see
But
I
feel
am
for
my
back,
chasing
through
this
place
If
I
fall
tonight,
who
go
tell
lost
in
the
glory…
***_
Chidwave dey hustle, but the night too dark
Every
step
I
take,
na
scar
Dem
no
know
my
name,
dem
no
I
dey
run
from
shadows
wey
dey
call
my
name
Chidwave
dey
hustle,
mystery
dey
my
way
If
I
no
make
am,
who
go
see
the
light
I
carry
dreams
for
bag
wey
don
I
sell
my
hope
for
road
where
fear
Voice
But
Chidwave
no
fit
stop,
this
na
who
we
are
I
see
my
reflection
for
dirty
window
glass
E
look
like
stranger,
like
my
soul
Money
no
dey
answer,
but
trouble
dey
quick
I
dey
hustle
in
mystery,
and
the
night
too
dey
follow
But
I
feel
am
for
my
back,
chasing
through
this
If
I
fall
tonight,
who
go
tell
my
story?
Chidwave…
lost
in
the
glory…
Chidwave
dey
hustle,
but
the
Every
step
I
take,
na
scar
upon
scar
Dem
no
know
my
name,
dem
no
know
I
dey
run
from
shadows
wey
dey
call
my
Chidwave
dey
hustle,
mystery
If
I
no
make
am,
who
go
see
the
light
They
ask
me
where
I
dey
go…
I no know…
They
ask
me
who
dey
follow…
But
Chidwave
must
move…
Even
if
the
road
go
swallow…
Chidwave
dey
hustle,
but
the
night
too
dark
Every
step
I
take,
na
Dem
no
know
my
name,
dem
no
I
dey
run
from
shadows
wey
dey
call
my
name
Chidwave
dey
hustle,
mystery
dey
my
If
I
no
make
am…
the
night
go
stay…
The
night
never
end…