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See your suddenly itchy face
Trying hard to ignore my gaze

I who make freedom jealous
U who shames a prison warden zealot

In yor generated electric concrete fortresses
Guarded by underpaid potential armed robberses

Men tend to tense up as dey walk past me
With pretence women clutch their purses fervently

Through yor eyes I can see…no!
I can hear yor pompous minds speak

Wee nee, cocaine nee

So what if I took a puff of a spliff or snuffed or sniffed in my life?
I am only here because you are over there
Corrupt, misguided, miseducated, greedy, a slave, afraid…

U claim to be comfortable
Y den does a weak beggar at yor 4x4 window make u uncomfortable?

To u my outward appearance is unpresentable
To me your inwards are wayward and reprehensible

Children of a so called god ravaging the pastures
The more damaged the church members the more savage the pastors

I recycle your waste everyday
U wont even cycle to trim yor waist
Ebei

U all hail Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah don't u?
Don't u!?!
When I ask you to change the airport's name...Why won't you?

Self saboteurs forging onward into the bleakest past
I go try save u a place on the street soon to be covered with your shattered windscreen glass

Alas
Alhasan ate my last alansa in Alaska
Lydia knows
I’ll ask her

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from Red Card - The Minstrel Cycle, released September 8, 2019

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Wanlov The Kubolor Accra, Ghana

Wanlov the Kubolor is a visionary musician, producer, and filmmaker. He is an Akan from the Balkans. He wants freedom, justice, and love for all.

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