Lyrics The Valley - Sage Poet

Dusty feet ashy knuckles that is how we are brought up
The tropics in the jungle that's the rain forest
Pitch black struggle be the song from these strange artist's
Politics is real innocent become martyrs
That's the irony of this environment
It's like the hope is gone now somebody is mining it
Last piece of happiness is something that we grind to get
This is Africa where the black science is
People out here struggle and fighting the demons
And people out here hustle and fight till they bleeding
Jealousy is real people die for no reason
And we're praying to the lord every day that we're breathing
And in our God we believe in
As days go by we survive and achieving
It doesn't really matter how long as It gets done
This is Malawi the home of Madonna's son

I'm letting the genie out the bottle
We run so many laps around in the sleepy hollow
Going through the same convo over and over
The whole structure needs Restructuring and better composure
Not the mediocre politics driving us closer
To the bottom of the food chain
Now we need some true change
New generation of sharp thinkers new brains
Old cats is washed up we need some new things
They say Malawi is at the bottom of the food chain
Maybe now the problem is Malawi needs some true change
We need to know what time it is with the politics
And get down to business to build something positive
How is it that we tackle same problems and
Yet we got a grand clue on how to be solving them
It's like the whole country is going crazy
And hell is unleashing but nobody complaining