Spitting all the way from the north to the south
 I heard them crying and dying of thirst.
So I broke the ice at Antarctica
"father mother God hear my plea"
I landed a hand
And there you were rubbing shoulders  with the foes in swastikas

I gave you knowledge yet you remain ignorant
And you wonder why they will kick you out but never help you with that kick starter
Well you are kicker, not a keeper, you a napkin they use you to wipe their shit whether from behind or below the nose.
They showed you  the door manier times yet you sticker 'round

They'll spin you lies, use your might but never make you a deal on paper
They have you at wham bam thank you ma' am like uh! Yes I'll fuck with you just don't get attached 
We don't do no ties
Yet you still commit yourself
I wonder why?
Why subject yourself to such low and next to nothing standards? have you no dignity? Or integrity atleast?
They gave you a lease
charge you rent yet never a single penny for your hard labour

Yet you keep on Giving 
And they keep on needing, never appreciate, 
Never congratulate 
You never come to a decision but forever speculate 
Nothing but a toy boy you lack pride and your entire life they regulate 
Never home, promises never met  married to a small denomination copper 
You no workaholic just an errand boy, gave up your life to perambulate 
None existent to your Kin, you're late 
A long lost history of pestilence

Self destructive 
A whole entire lineage cursed to mass extinction
But we will call it fiction
Mythical as reality and truth  is non-existent  
We are frantically fanatical 
Practical jokers 
Our own demise pokers
Asleep never woke being's almost natural soakers 
Ego and arrogance strokers 

Mentally loco,, lacking, divided searching for the unknown... 
Oblivious to our own existence 
We want what's greener but never water 
Lacking consistence 
For discipline is foreign 
But we know Gods more than the back of our own hand
We pray more than we take care of our  land
We value the dollars, the rupees, nairas and the rand
That we destroy more than we nurture
We seek abundance but our hands so poisonous Our creation of lack brought anarchy then we started pointing fingers  how Frand