paroles de chanson Grace - Sage Poet

The deep dread I suppressed that's in my genetics
Better preach to you Jere's fellas outclassing peeps
Watched as you creeped from the south armed to the teeth
Arms to the feet an army of beasts to conquer geeks
I accepted defeat to say the least
Mystics feast for austerity breaking bread with the priests
Reached for the refuge in church's perfect relief
Speaks shepherd to the sheep "believe the peace you seek"
When angry Zulus come chanting let's do them havoc
Angry and violent you tyrants pushed us to panic
It was savage
Like your spotted leopard fabrics
You cats are scavengers gathering artefacts from your captives
Disbanded as Shaka's captains
Abandoned bastards with anger blasting my camp
I retracted
From my lands to let you grab them
To follow the white rabbit on path of detachment
It's madness

Fled to the city, met the witnessed hideous foul business
Times shifting, clock ticking I'm still the tribe misfit
Anger inside rising mad wicked wild different
Like being punished for being God's gifted
Lots of agony drag me to die instant
Watching you belittle the mission's vision that I scripted
To laugh at my dialect and dark pigment
Jokes about the girl from the north are not in far distance
Tumbuka's brilliant genius not rewarded
But how efficient your quota system is what's reported
Morbid is the cult distorts employment
Capping about your equity while ethnically ignoring us
To assimilate to your sacred and make it native
Twice I accepted defeat to lead is not for sages
Or crazy hierarchy's in your matrix
Y'all are stress inducers like simulated agents

The greedy bandit arrived lied about the freedom
Shackled us to battle the thought travels to not believe him
Mistreated cheated beaten down beneath him
And his free education degraded for misleading
Believing in the empty promises
Democracy has plot on the fucking snitches in parliament
Tribalists in office
Now it's haunting how we're destined for an epic depression and wreckage to the conscious
As peasant brothers govern baddest business
That had us hanging on a string swinging off the hinges
Left at a pace only grace could save us
From vicious cycles, tribal battles unravelling hatred
That's bringing so much confusion that its foolish to transmute it
It's abusive it confuses my Ubuntu's lovely movement
We were once angelic humans
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