because I carry a burden
You see I wake up every morning with more
questions than answers.
Because every day is supposed to be a blessing
but my people remain cursed.
My race left all the winnings on the tracks
but we are hardly trail blazing fields!
Described as the "Dark" Continent and if our skin is black,
then that's a pun too dark.
For my people to go through A to Z
They have to deal with I.M.F and all the other letters
They spell out who we are and what we can do
Same letters that have us written off
To them, we are alphabetically basic
Fat suits in Geneva and Washington
Dictating policies for Accra and Lagos
Tell the UN I hate all her sister names
Some trifling sons of bitches!
Mogadishu is on my heart even when I
am a Tamale-born Ashanti from Kokofu
Africans writing their people off
The very people that piss me off
So I am sick and tired of letters
UN, IMF, ILO et cetera
So I wish I could write this with numbers
The figures of dying African children and
The percentages that represent the poor.
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