POLITICS

Brains pour out on shits when your skull’s open

My mind’s bound but I’ll live to see that spell broken

When im broke i sob and don’t smile

I know my figures im smart, Kyle x y

Is my country bad? My mind wonders like a real Bolton

Elections come they rig that shit but we still voting

We soil our names to get money; that’s an ill token

Campaigns on, the country’s heating up like some big oven

Wrong persons win they tag it up to landslide

Step on their toes it takes you out like a landmine

Good leaders’ front but they keep em off like ninth mile

But when you’re smart you loose yourself like eight mile

We getting old, turned fifty but we still joking

Can’t see the future, like ray Charles we blind but still hoping

It’s a wrap; an illiterate can’t play scrabble

And when a follower leads to an extent it brings trouble

Left for me I’ll let Jonathan do double

After which all those suckers can re-struggle

I’m just a character like long john in Treasure Island

I do my part and expect a trip to pleasure highland

Since i was a kid my parents talked of better days

I taught me good but i couldn’t get em better grades

Is my country what the bible talked of in later days?

Can’t say, i guess my pastor was after the better pays

I shouldn’t cry much; my governor is doing good

Although for three months he left my school to act a fool

Fed schools are on; all we motherfucking do is drool

I guess a real riot will make em taste our soul food

Then think twice and re-open the damn schools

Now back to politics making the country a fucking hive

Pastors out vying posts instead of preaching and saving lives

But God’s fury sharper than a two edged knife

So they don’t last longer than john eleven thirty five

I swallow my pride and let my ego down my oesophagus

This time around we gotta let the egg lay the golden goose

Instead of the rulers, let the people make the golden rules

Or shits’ll turn strange like a duck-billed platypus

Shirr... slim ed the vyrus turned a motherfucking activist

Sitting in a church making confessions to a lying priest

Siding hell-bound politicians while the congregation take the risk

Rev. See what they do to you

Politicians doodle you

Leave you confused like a motherfucking voodoo fool

Fans can’t even Google you

Said my piece too you can’t say my shit’s new to you

Now’s time to think like gurus do

Hope one day our country’s gonn’ be a real utopia

And keep no secrets and so won’t need Victoria

Damn! Gotta go i think i got malaria