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Polytricks (Interlude)
by C.H.R.I.M
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This for my nation M-dubs
You still light it up like 12/25th
I can't deny
You raised a rose off concrete
An offspring
Off the dust
Dirt and hardship
It's hard not to trip
In a jungle of stumps and trees
Calm and strong breeze
Am calm but not at ease
I rhyme but not to please
I dine but never feast
Cause my heart still bleeds
Up my sleeve
So when my light decease
There's no rest in peace
Mu ghetto
Mwachuluka ziphinjo
Zikhomo
Magobo
Madolo
Tikungokoka mogo
Kusekelera smoko
There's no locking horns
Just loss of homes
We guzzle drinks in excess
To stay strong
Escaping
Them nightmares
And somber songs
For brief moments
A drop of cold water
To ease the flame torment
Yet it still stings like a hornet
It's harder to stay hoping
When press cons of politicians
Leave you feeling conned n forsaken
Without question
for granted you are taken
The disrespect is draining
It's hard to keep voting
When in the aftermath
Change isn't dawning
Just more plunder and looting
Plenty pushing no movement
Them leaders sit high
Spectating with amusement
They smile
As we sip sewer
Their silence stabs for sure
With our blackness
Blinded in blackouts
Maimed in mining
Just to be slaughtered with radiation
Mother Malawi red nation
MM dynasties roaming
To raid the nation
Are we vigilant
And ready as a nation?
Ready to unite
And rid racial and tribal segregation?
As we perish
Parishioners pray
Protesters plot paths
Towards freedom
But it's been 50 years
Things keep getting worse
Than we feared
We get freed
Just to be shackled in new chains
New trends and slogans
We are x'd men and logans
Majority outcasts
Mutants
In our own nation
Where mediocrity is rewarded
And brilliance is scorned
It all boils down to
Party loyalty and affiliation
I know some will say the pen game is political
And politics won't land food on my table
But the truth is for my hustle to be stable
The chairman and his crew
Need to be mentally able
Considerate of the bottom
Businesses and schools
Job creation
Hustle conducive environment
For our economy to bloom
Hand outs will only
Handicap the nation
Even if you hand us
Hefty sums of dough
We won't hand clap regression
We just need a land fertile enough
For a hardworking man's vision
So enough of this polytricks
And folly speech
We just want to gracefully thrive
On this ground
Sow and reap
This for my nation M-dubs
You still light it up like 12/25th
I can't deny
You raised a rose off concrete
An offspring
Off the dust
Dirt and hardship
It's hard not to trip
In a jungle of stumps and trees
Calm and strong breeze
Am calm but not at ease
I rhyme but not to please
I dine but never feast
Cause my heart still bleeds
Up my sleeve
So when my light decease
There's no rest in peace
Mu ghetto
Mwachuluka ziphinjo
Zikhomo
Magobo
Madolo
Tikungokoka mogo
Kusekelera smoko
There's no locking horns
Just loss of homes
We guzzle drinks in excess
To stay strong
Escaping
Them nightmares
And somber songs
For brief moments
A drop of cold water
To ease the flame torment
Yet it still stings like a hornet
It's harder to stay hoping
When press cons of politicians
Leave you feeling conned n forsaken
Without question
for granted you are taken
The disrespect is draining
It's hard to keep voting
When in the aftermath
Change isn't dawning
Just more plunder and looting
Plenty pushing no movement
Them leaders sit high
Spectating with amusement
They smile
As we sip sewer
Their silence stabs for sure
With our blackness
Blinded in blackouts
Maimed in mining
Just to be slaughtered with radiation
Mother Malawi red nation
MM dynasties roaming
To raid the nation
Are we vigilant
And ready as a nation?
Ready to unite
And rid racial and tribal segregation?
As we perish
Parishioners pray
Protesters plot paths
Towards freedom
But it's been 50 years
Things keep getting worse
Than we feared
We get freed
Just to be shackled in new chains
New trends and slogans
We are x'd men and logans
Majority outcasts
Mutants
In our own nation
Where mediocrity is rewarded
And brilliance is scorned
It all boils down to
Party loyalty and affiliation
I know some will say the pen game is political
And politics won't land food on my table
But the truth is for my hustle to be stable
The chairman and his crew
Need to be mentally able
Considerate of the bottom
Businesses and schools
Job creation
Hustle conducive environment
For our economy to bloom
Hand outs will only
Handicap the nation
Even if you hand us
Hefty sums of dough
We won't hand clap regression
We just need a land fertile enough
For a hardworking man's vision
So enough of this polytricks
And folly speech
We just want to gracefully thrive
On this ground
Sow and reap
