Royal Goat In Denim
It was her time to pass by To patch things together
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It was her time to pass by To patch things together
She was appealing to everyone, And I had to aim at her
The news pryed calms my pride, As I'm lessen to just a lesson,
Can you hear the rumble and the struggle? The debris the remains and the rubble.
Horns have sounded Dust dances to the tune of happy feet
My body lies in the cellar, Coated with a daily dose of coal,
Held apart by supposed unity, Shaking hands while yielding knives,
Son, I have been robbed of choice,
I drink red and breathe black On this battlefield there is no chance for trial and error
Sons and daughters gather around, Let the flickering embers offer you warmth,
Being a politician is one of the most joyful moments in life, But with it comes inevitable coasters,
Hi big Uncle in Nairobi, the city capital, home of power,