Samsong - E Dey Work Lyrics

Lyrics

It’s the Church Boy, Samsong (Church Boy)

The word of God in my mouth (E dey work) The Spirit of the Lord in my heart (E dey work) When I speak in tongues (E dey work) Even my tithe and offering (E dey work) The Name of Jesus in my mouth (E dey work) E dey work E dey work (E dey work) You say e dey work (E dey work) E dey work E dey work (E dey work)

People living life in a fool's paradise Living life like a toss a dice Brother, if e no work for your side E don't mean what we do is a lie Ehn Talk about my tithe and my offering I pay my tithe put an end to the suffering My life be turning on hin own You say, turning on hin own Don't talk down on the anointing Small talk can bring you down to nothing What you don't understand, leave it? Makes no sense to still take a stand This is our life, our culture We are from Commonwealth of Zion We live by a different set of rules This is what we do and this is how we rules

Keep saying it don't stop talking it A closed mouth is a closed up destiny Quit Christians die quietly If you must live right only say the right things Ha, kabaye Kabaye "bross you de speak in tongues Calm down this na my secret Na the power and the glory of Christianity When I speak in tongues there'll be nay circumstances Speak in tongues move all that mountain When I speak in tongues I change situations Speak in tongues put the Devil in confusion This is our life, our culture, We are from Commonwealth of Zion We live by a different set of rules This is what we do This is how we rules

If you want your life to take a new turn All you need to do is say this words after me Lord I believe in you and I receive the power to become the son of God Lord I believe in you and I receive the power to become the son of God

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SAMSONG - E DEY WORK (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

Meaning & Inspiration

My shirt still smells like the gutter. You know that smell—a mix of stale regret, cheap wine, and the kind of darkness that clings to your skin long after you’ve crawled out. When I listen to Samsong singing "E dey work," I don't hear a prosperity lecture. I hear a man trying to convince himself—or maybe the world—that the dirt he walked through didn't have the final word.

There’s this line he hits: “A closed mouth is a closed up destiny.”

For a long time, I didn't say anything at all. I was too busy trying to hide the filth under my fingernails. In the pig pen, the only thing I could articulate was my own failure. My tongue was heavy with the taste of husks. I had convinced myself that because I’d messed up so bad, the "work" of God had stopped in my life. I thought grace was a resource that ran dry once you stepped off the porch.

But then, the Father threw his arms around me. He didn’t ask for a résumé or a list of things I’d done right. He just gave me a robe and a ring. Now, when I hear Samsong talking about "the word of God in my mouth," it doesn’t feel like some corporate slogan. It feels like the first time I realized my voice wasn't just for groveling or apologizing. It was for declaring that I belong to someone who doesn't care about the mud I tracked into the house.

Romans 10:9 says, "If you declare with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." It’s so simple it’s scandalous. The world wants you to believe your "destiny" is locked away because of your history, but that’s a lie I lived for years. Samsong’s rhythm here—it’s insistent. It’s like he’s trying to beat the doubt out of the air. E dey work. It’s working, even when you’re still shaking, even when you’re still looking over your shoulder waiting for the heavy hand of judgment to fall.

I don’t know if I’m fully "right" yet. I still have bad days where I feel like the kid who spent his inheritance on nothing. But maybe that’s the point. The "work" isn’t about me being shiny; it’s about the fact that even when my life felt like a tossed dice in a fool’s paradise, the Grace that dragged me home didn't stop moving.

It’s messy. It’s not "churchy" to be this raw about needing a win. But I need to hear it. I need to know that the Name of Jesus is still doing something in my mouth, even if that mouth still occasionally says things I regret. I am a son. That’s the work. The rest is just cleanup.