We could've droped some
But to deem us foolish
Aint cool a thought
For we've our one stop:conscience
Wherein we play no fantasy games
For ours is the house of the sun

Listen to our baseline,so thick an' cool
Don't dare sing along in off key
For we know who we follow
As it's all written in the mystics
Don't be fooled, Africa shall awaken from her stupor
And all creation will notice an' be merry

Lion or hyena, we shall bang them both together
They ate our fathers an' raped our mothers
Guilty now haunts them
The chief can't be brief; he's the thief
We'll not be fooled with cheap trinkets again

You can stand there pretending to care
No more black suffering in silence
So shall our words be our bombs an' our courage the bullets
We'll not settle for less
Restitution an' recompense
Or else the city square we appropriate
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
18 JULY 2024