Brymo – There’s a Place Lyrics

There’s a Place

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"There’s a Place." - Brymo

Monday, 06 October 2025, 10:22 pm

Album: 9: Harmattan & Winter

Track No: 09

Everyone is taking sides
And they ask what we′re standing for
There's wars and bombings everywhere
What are they fighting for?
What the preachers teach is not at all, what the practice is for
They tell the child to dream and then, they fear what they may become
Society is a lost cause and you know
I see no changes is what the rap-song′s spitting forth
The chaos is the fuel for existence I know
And the pain be the reason, we search for the joy I know
There's a place that I know
Between animal and spirit
A fellowship of the body and soul
Where survival lives in harmony with hope
I stand for all the many things, that people don't become
A perfect world, pleasure for all, and squabbles don′t belong
We′re the dreamers of the years to come, we live everywhere you turn
In villages and towns and cities, without us, they'd be gone
There′s a place that I know
Between animal and spirit
A fellowship of the body and soul
Where survival lives in harmony with hope
So bonehead swaggered onto new-laid synthetic grass
That lushly and gleefully span every nook and crane of my front yard
I was out back on the roof of the house looking to fix the chimney
He held a shotgun, he looked ready to take aim
And he moved with unflinching focus
Didn't no one tell him about respect?
That I am that exception to his infamously golden rule
The one he had never anticipated
The one everyone requested
While he, bonehead kept the time wasted
And then as fate may have it
And did have it
I had also chosen the day to attend to the chimney
In order to also keep watch
To do reckon work on the warthog
That kept lurking behind my fence
On that rifling hand
I had clambered up the chimney′s vent
I doubt that bonehead heard the shot
That smashed through his numb skull
He froze right at the bottom of the stairs at my front door
And fell back like a log
With a not so loud thud
Against the freshly laid lawn
Bonehead is gone
And now the boys can play freely
And think on their own
Tyranny is dead, long live freedom

Writer(s): Ọlawale Ọlọfọrọ.

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