Born A Real African

Time in the early days, if I knew

I was born a real African native of black soil

Proud I could be, things changed they drew 

Where our prospects were just imaginary to boil

If I was a white, brown man to survive

Give me hope, just like we do, if they really suffer

A proud native, real villager in town so live 

Sweats of a black man, under sunshine so far 

I was not born a prince from a rich background

Nothing like an opportunity to smell my ways 

Absurdity no luck no job to be found

Disgusted over streets in sharp pure day rays 

Even the only hope, exploited for a little

Merciless at the expanse see you later

Ssekyanzi A Destiny