Agyengo stars in this raw story of survival, with lyrics by Charles Adjei. Mr Herry produces the beat, grounding the song in steady rhythm. The music follows a path of struggle, loss, and quiet hope.
Released: August 5, 2022
Hustler Man
Agyengo
Hustler Man Meaning & Lyrics (Agyengo)
Charles Adjei writes about debt, betrayal, and loneliness, using images like an overturned car and a bird beaten by rain. He mentions sleeping outside because of debt, showing how hardship reshapes daily life. The line ‘Look at my body, I walk all by myself’ describes isolation with quiet power.
Nana Kwadwo maasɛm niThis is Nana Kwadwo’s story.
Kwadwo mɛsi kwan soI am Kwadwo, and I will set out on my journey.
Hustler man me nam abrabɔ kwan soAs a hustler, I am walking the path of life.
Sikasɛm nti mabɛ di obi mansoFinancial struggles have led me into disputes.
Ahokyerɛ nti mefiri Onyame kwan soHardship made me stray from God’s path.
Woa hwɛ ɛka nti mentumi nna me mpa soLook at me, because of debt I can’t even sleep in my bed.
Awurade bue kwan bi ma me oo na menfa soLord, open a path for me to walk on.
Obi kaa sɛ ɔbɛ boa me oo nansoSomeone promised to help me, but
Me kɔɔ ne fie ma no busaa me kwan sowhen I went to their house, they turned me away.
Me bɔɔ me amaneɛ ɔkaa sɛ yoo nansoI stated my mission and they agreed, but
Me kɔ faa nnoɔma bi Sefwi kwan sowhen I went to get some goods on the Sefwi road,
Mede ba no, car no abɛ hwie gu wɔ kwan sothe car overturned on the way back.
Yɛɛ ka yɛ sɛ ɛmfa woani ɛnto onipa soThey say you shouldn’t put your trust in humans,
Anipa bɛgyegye wo akɔ gyae wo kwan sopeople will entertain you and then abandon you on the way.
Fa wo bɔ Yehowa oo man no mmɔ wo abasoPut your trust in Jehovah, man will not applaud you.
Awurade wonkoa na mɛni da wo soLord, it’s only You I depend on.
Ɔbra no ayɛ sɛ seasaw ɔde me twa ne hoLife has become like a seesaw, tossing me around.
Sɛ mo ahunu meIf you could only see me now.
Neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ me neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ meWhat this life is doing to me, what this life is doing to me,
Ɔkyena mayɛ yie aa, obi bɛka sɛ ɛyɛ sikaduro bi sikaduro bitomorrow when I become successful, someone will say it’s ‘blood money’, ‘blood money’.
Neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ me neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ meWhat this life is doing to me, what this life is doing to me,
Ɔkyena mayɛ yie aa, obi bɛka sɛ ɛyɛ sikaduro bi sikaduro bitomorrow when I become successful, someone will say it’s ‘blood money’, ‘blood money’.
Yɛwɔ sikaduro, yɛnni ohiaa aduroWe have ‘blood money’, but we don’t have a cure for poverty.
Yɛwɔ sikaduro, yeah yeahWe have ‘blood money’, yeah yeah.
Adeɛ akye abia, Kwadwo ankonamA new day has dawned, I’m Kwadwo the loner.
Monhwɛ me honam, menkoaa na me nenamLook at my body, I walk all by myself.
Me fiefo apo me, abɔnten apo meMy own household has rejected me, the streets have rejected me,
Adɔfo apo me a ama amansan apo meloved ones have rejected me, making the whole world reject me.
Anomaa ba ei, nsuo nso abo meLike a little bird, the rain has beaten down on me.
Ɛwɔ kwaeɛ yi mu, awɔ koraa de meIn this forest, I am even freezing from the cold.
Hwan na ɛbɛgye me? Ɛkɔm koraa de meWho will save me? I am even starving.
Madamfo bi Gyimah ɔse hwɛ AgyemangA friend named Gyimah says, ‘look at Agyemang,
Nnwom a woyɛ yi, agye wo kɔ Nogokpothis music you are making, will take you to ‘Nogokpo”.
Me hwɛ no bɔ me tiri nko ɛntie baako mpoI just look at him, nod my head, and don’t listen to a single word.
Mo ma menom me koko, mɛkɔ no bɔkɔ bɔkɔLet me just drink my porridge, I will take it slowly.
Mentu mmirika dabi meduruI won’t rush, one day I will arrive.
Afei meho kyire me, me tiri mu hyehye meRight now I am in distress, my head is burning up,
Asɛ obi bɛ kyire me, asɛm bi bɛto meas if someone will arrest me, as if some trouble will befall me.
Awurade ei, bɛgye me agye dabi na mɛka masɛmLord, come and save me, so that someday I can tell my story.
Neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ me neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ meWhat this life is doing to me, what this life is doing to me,
Ɔkyena mayɛ yie aa, obi bɛka sɛ ɛyɛ sikaduro bi sikaduro bitomorrow when I become successful, someone will say it’s ‘blood money’, ‘blood money’.
Neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ me neɛ ɔbra yi yɛ meWhat this life is doing to me, what this life is doing to me,
Ɔkyena mayɛ yie aa, obi bɛka sɛ ɛyɛ sikaduro bi sikaduro bitomorrow when I become successful, someone will say it’s ‘blood money’, ‘blood money’.
Yɛwɔ sikaduro, yɛnni ohiaa aduroWe have ‘blood money’, but we don’t have a cure for poverty.
Yɛwɔ sikaduro, yeah yeahWe have ‘blood money’, yeah yeah.
Yɛwɔ sikaduro, yɛnni ohiaa aduroWe have ‘blood money’, but we don’t have a cure for poverty.
Yɛwɔ sikaduro, yeah yeahWe have ‘blood money’, yeah yeah.
Nana Kwadwo maasɛm niThis is Nana Kwadwo’s story.
Mr Henry beatsMr Henry beats.
Jah blessJah bless.
Hustler Man Music Video
‘Hustler Man’ lyrics offer a gripping account of resilience in the face of rejection and poverty. The chemistry between Agyengo and the song’s story makes ‘Hustler Man’ unforgettable.