Dear Mr Cooper (Live at Clout Africa Studio, Lagos)

Seen a face I don't recognize Making discord turn my face shadow So confused, the word precise It'll make you fit to moan or disorganize matter All in your game (Who can understand all the pain?) Ooh yeah (Cooper never feels your pain) All in your game, game, game, game (All in your game) In a space, come on, take a ride To the vacuum inside where all our lives shatter No dispute, yeah, that's no compromise There are many definitions of sound and vision There are many revelations of how and why All in your game (Who can understand all the pain?) Ooh yeah (Cooper never feels your pain) All in your game, game, game, game (All in your game) Dear Mr. Cooper I believe that you're a man of musical taste You will therefore be aware of the pain and heartache That contradiction makes They say music is a river But it flows on regardless of the profits that make you shiver So as we deliver the river Your reply we anticipate Mr. Cooper, yeah Mr. Cooper, ooh Mr. Cooper, yeah Mr. Cooper Your response was pure mental jazz A sobering vastness (All my pain) Where shiny ebony forms dance in dark glasses Such a tragic display of my racial identity (Racial identity) John Coltrane, Kwame Nkrumah (Racial identity) Would all wear in their graves As we stand here waiting to be saved (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Mr. Cooper, yeah Mr. Cooper, ooh Mr. Cooper, yeah Mr. Cooper Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah