Lyrics:
pray the Lord stop if that was destiny
For us to be here in a free slavery society
Though physically not mentally
The creator and the father of all
and initiative meets with resistance
And we have to be re-prepared to find the courage to take risks
Even to fail if the goal is worthwhile
No one has monopoly
THE GREAT NIGERIA.
Wey them then, then real Nigerians.
As am tell then say, we all Africa wake up yourself.
Take this that boy. We come for real
shall start again
But in his anger...is a nation broken in two
And the doors of ? shall be open for the chosen few
And we call this land South Africa
Objection
Rejection
By Your Whole Congregation
With No Empathy For My Situation
No Place In Society Thats My Reality
Angry Dont Know Whos The Enemy
I'm In
444, a collection of ideas, thoughts and observations, selfless emulation initiative
An attempt to connect
If I gave myself to you, would you accept
two boys to look after
I don't sing for fun man
Wanted to rap
I can't rap
So that's my open letter man
Sorry to offend you man
But I love South Africa
for America
This my open letter to you dear America
The place where the rich gets tax cuts
And the poor barely getting because they don't get that much
the buildings
The peace initiatives
The hopes and dreams of
Greatness for a nation
With the ocean to our backs, our
Wheels touch down in Mogadishu
At the airport
want to be with them and we're with them and in our way, we're just
announcing that we're open to all invitations or suggestions
or anything to work for
shall start again
But in his anger...is a nation broken in two
And the doors of ? shall be open for the chosen few
And we call this land South Africa
to bat, he can never read society's pitch
And Uncle Sam been striking out, but I've been ready with the fist
Guess it's time for nephews and nieces to take
a name for myself
The image of E, and all of my wealth
I see my fake friends, but things ain't the same
Oh what a shame, I diss em
Who to blame? It wasn't
and hopelessness proclaim in 7 thousand distinct dialects. A planet in total disarray
One New York City police officer is on trial for killing Ahmed Diablo was
Infection
But here's my objection
Rejection
By your whole congregation
With no empathy for my situation
No place in society that's my reality
spouting lies furthering their crimes
Repeating lies every time they open their mouths
Cuz they made society their liars
All you stupid motherfuckers
Still
all?
Doesn't justice stand for all?
Doesn't justice stand for all mankind?
We find society putting us down
Crowning us, crowning us, crowning us,
all?
Doesn't justice stand for all?
Doesn't justice stand for all mankind?
We find society putting us down
Crowning us, crowning us, crowning us,
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
know how to store it
Cannot file it away, so it hovers in our energy, stagnant
A lost document
So it went
Southern California, five years old in
for the cause and open mental doors
These foreign invaders and
Human traffic traders
Undocumented worker, yeah, they want it back
Panic when the brown
in
Yakhululeka intwana, bajuluka abom'Rapper
Africa's most southern records made him a member
Open heartedly they had no hidden agendas
He spat fire
Christmas stocking
Killing police is a sin but murdering black people for dollar bills is not so bubbly
While you
While you open champagne minorities
my mind
Get to the point, come on roll another joint
Pick it up and leave the past behind
Down in Africa
On the Southern tip
A Ganja trip
Let ,me
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