Who made me a slave
In the 21st century
Who locked me in chains, caged
For Africa, as a slave
Trump over Hillary, seeking refuge
Everyday, anyday; oasis in dystopia
She is the reason
I am being sold as a slave
In Libya in the 21st century
For those that talk
Are not as dangerious
As those that act
Oh and Obama
Is no son of Africa
An imposter
He Killed Gadafi
For a place at the table
Of opulence, a con artist
Prosperity
Will not judge him well
Time will be a pain to his name
He wasted the opportunity
A con artist, with a Noble prize
He killed so many, blood on his name
"When you try desperate
To be liked by all,
You disappoint those that matter"
Death is when legends are born
Expensive for cowards
A true test of value's resolve.
And religion has failed us all
A dirty mirror to clean
With no reflection on morality
A weight in gold of riches,
Stolen from the poor
In daylight of blind men
Plagued by the disease
Of self preservation of politics
Hallow, my material wealth so much
Assembled, butt sat next to corrupt men
On high tables deep in conversation
On common grounds shared
Why should I sugar coat my my pain
I am a slave in the 21st century
My leaders have failed me
I am back in the hands
Of my colonial masters
Who refused to let me into their land
Master, Master take me back
My land of riches
Made dry by corrupt men
Master wouldn't open doors
So at the gates of exit across seas
In my own land I am made a slave
We slaughtered all our heroes
And went back begging
To our old masters
I am a willing slave
In the 21st century
My leaders sold me cheap
