Track 14 of 15
Socially Conscious, Afro-House, Hypnotic. The class struggle between the elite and the street.
A high-energy Afro-House exploration of power. We look at the man in the glass tower vs. the man in the traffic and realize the game is rigged for both.
He sits inside the glass tower, way above the cloud
You think I got the same view just because I'm loud?
You see the strong jaw, you see the suit and tie
You think we fly the same jet across the same sky
But down here in the traffic, the air is thick with dust
The engine shining outside, but inside it is rust
Wetin eyes no see, the heart it cannot fear
You confuse the driver with the man inside the rear.
They paint the picture gold
But the frame is getting old
One man eats the feast
While a million starve the beast.
High life in the sky! (We dey roll in the mud!)
They drinking all the wine! (We dey sweet all the blood!)
It's the Palace! Versus the Pavement!
It's the Palace! Versus the Pavement!
Don't look at me like I got the keys
I'm just a leaf blowing in the breeze!
We build the castle wall, stone by heavy stone
But when the night is falling, we walk the road alone
They say the world is mine to take, a gift inside my hand
But I am just a stranger walking in my father's land
Silent pressure heavy, like water in the lung
The song of broken winners that never can be sung
Omo, the silence is a killer, the silence is a trap
I'm running on a treadmill, looking at a map.
My sister look at me with fire in her eye
She asks me why I rule the world and let the mothers cry
I show her empty pockets, I show her callous hand
I tell her "Baby, I just follow command"
The Big Man at the table, he throws the bone away
And watches while we fight for it to survive the day
Two beggars fighting over who is the king
While the puppet master pulls on the string.
The summit is a needle. The bottom is the sea.
You are drowning in the shadow. Right next to me.
Right next to me. Right next to me!
The Palace! The Pavement! LET'S GO!
High life in the sky! (We dey roll in the mud!)
They drinking all the wine! (We dey sweat all the blood!)
It's the Palace! Versus the Pavement!
It's the Palace! Versus the Pavement!
Don't look at me like I got the keys
I'm just a leaf blowing in the breeze!
So when you see the shiny shoes, check the muddy soul
We all just playing roles inside a story we don't control
No be so? We keep on moving. From the gutter to the stars.
Maybe one day.
The Palace and the Pavement.
Same game. Different name.