ONLY BECAUSE I HAVE A THING FOR SONGS WITH DEPTH
HAILING FROM NIGERIA AND GERMANY, 30 years old PLAYS WITH REGGAE, HIPHOP, SOUL

Nneka
Song name: Soul is heavy
 
Naija, in the loud and roudy of my world
There's a secret place where I find myself, can I find you?
Biafra, the noise of horns of thirsty Nigerians,
of hustlers, of mothers confront me as I walk pass.
Lagos, in prayer contemplation, like a ghost
I feel the sorrow of a many still I don't know how much pain it takes.
Naija, I walk the Island, I walk the mainland
I see diversity, I smell capacity but still we suffer, why?

Chorus:
I am; the voice of Isaac Boro, I speak Ken Saro Wiwa.
I am; the spirit of Jaja of Opobo, fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country's plight.
A soldier pretending to be a politician,
you teacher who know nothing do not teach me lies.

( BEAUTIFUL TALENTED YOUNG WOMAN, THIS WAY PLEASE )

HERE IS THE VIDEO WHICH I THINK IS BEAUTIFUL, MAYBE BECAUSE THE COLOURS ARE JUST SOOOO........NIGERIAN...






check out her page here,
very quiet unlike her video...

Lyrics to Fuck Me Pumps :
When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.

And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Cause you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night,
Cause your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.

In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.

Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cause like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.

Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can't sit down right,
Cause you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky it's ladies night.

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,
Cause you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.

Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,
Cause you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps