Verse 1
Distortion, extortion
Validating my progression
Tormented by distortion
Sampling granular crumbles
Tangled binocular fumbles
Paths eradicated with mysteries
A generation ejaculated with histories
Slavery written on a woman for serving his husband, no
Slavery written in colour because that’s where the dick is thou.
Don’t compare me to theory
I am preaching a symphony
Maybe I fell on the liberty statue, by the pool -still walkin Africa, where the garden is.
The garden on my front yard- like a pumpkin in helloween.
I heard africa taking about freedom, equality, free a Winnie.
Maybe that is what the French said about liberation
-not liberty, where the garden is.
Green fields, what do you need?
A shining sun?
the green and yellow country, indeed!
A flag of fun!
Now hold up about Winnie’s halloween
Lemme get to where it’s real.
Misappropriate doesn’t validate misbehaviour.
Mesmerised by baby milk, by the breath, the glowing lights of that ward.
The birth arrival in this garden, in this dungeon?
Mesmerised by these words, the school, education like a Freakin retard.
Tell me I must learn masonry, that’s where London is, the big house.
Luxurious mansions, that’s where disney graphics are, the cartoons.
Maybe it’s feminism,
insignificant epitome,
Envy of others achievements,
That they are literally imbalanced.
What I said women, no I said democracy
Were you literally embarrassed?
In this garden, premonition of discretion
A prediction of destruction
A force to cultivate and make it greener?
The day when that means being wiser!
Maybe we hibernated like a group of cubs.
Living in the jungle like a flock of bugs.
Chorus
We are nobody, don’t say nobody to me….
To mee
To mee
Now get up, get moving, go on, work hard.*2
Verse 2
My inclination to the truth the sore truth
Involuntarily but with a ticking clock skill
Which was made to seperate two colours
My explanation of the fuss the whole fuss
Familiarising, facetiously fitting on my drill
About to be soil to soil with these flowers.
We were standing in the graveyard
Sorrow on our eyes next a vineyard
That we were to squizz and brew for the after party with our own hands.
Elicit the cause of her death when she vowed on one knee begging for my hand.
As she walked down the aisle
She looked like a fairy
Endure and devour to the love she needed, compassion of her eloquence.
We said our vows, to love and to hold the paragraph in its sequence.
That made me surrender to the pleasures mmmh to defend her is nature
To protect her is virtue
Seal an ordain that doesn’t conspire
Deeds towards a womans desire
Sanctuary freeing a soul that was contravened of true love
As women who will know who will surely souffle, then bake and survive.
Inside the mighty house is our home and this garden just holy
Ruinous, but holy
My wrinkles on my hands as I pick a grape on that vineyard.
Revelation of my walking stick
A joyful life I spent till we got sick
Just like our vows and never complained about my first day at a ward.
Chorus
We are nobody, don’t say nobody to me….
To mee
To mee
Now get up, get moving, go on, work hard.*2