sure I have never seen your face
neither have I seen that of your sons and daughters
nor that of your graceful wife
and even though I have never seen your people
their plight like a light cannot be hidden
History knows you once were a true African,
a man who fought the white beast to free
the soul of his African clan
What ever happened to the food basket of the world
how did this become a banana country
where mambo jumps bambo
indeed i do not aim to criticize
however I am puzzled as death resides in your door step
Master you must be tired of waving your arm
to chaise the houseflies smelling blood in your reign
Give it up brother
it ain't worth it any more
the basket is empty
even the bananas no longer grow in your backyard
soon there will be nothing
cacth a call, wake up brother
from an African to another,
give it up it aint worth it anymore!
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