Dwindle lower dwindle to the bottomless pit The riddle of your peace is a shame to preach The military band rang percussions of war But little was spoken for we hadn't the voice We are marching, marching through the sands of time And, are weary of this wander and the myth of the vine Yet with knees before soldiers and words before famine The time was for action but we pondered on deep Quietly in this modest land I call home Has been the sorrow of a people who silently groan Now let the truth be told to the kings at the kraal Who let us speak into silence till our teeth were all gone In the sermon of all truth in its entirety WE has stood much taller than the mountains of death Yet in the valley where its shadow reigns supreme Is our hidden honesty, fear in false humility Outro: In the name of my frustration for your look of scorn over my practice of Hip-Hop In the reverence of an anarchist mind-set that is NOT anti-society but widening to the funnelling of a narrow minded funk! In respect to the downtrodden and the disenfranchised… The truth in my views by the flaws in what I do… My middle finger to totalitarianism!

Hook: Glum conundrums Summon young dumb lump sums Unsung slum humdrums Verse: 1 I've stitched this quilt on the guilt of my ego On high stilts built as if beyond mere people Embedded in the bitter as a bigger benefactor where I'm triggered at the tip of forking tongues that'll flicker I've let the devil linger till the details splinter Never rented any empathy so spare me your sympathy If you spake ill of me Ostracized me socially despise me and likely be a higher moral...being ...humanitarian consoling me in tragedy You're selling a perception Compelling imperfection By bending human folly a trustworthy deception A self-satisfying, asinine people buying Be about how you speak it Not an invertebrate that's queefing Brave realism, never slave to the fiction and never ever Concave on Conviction Score card, retard work hard, be smart Street smarts speak hard steep marks are steam charts Total wipe out speedy intangibles the mandibles of manimals maniacal, a parable? A man with plenty food, another with plenty more a tapeworm appetite the gourmet is Stockholm sacrifice Eat twice to satisfy now pacify not feed on pesticide Appease your parasite but these lies multiply Please! Not my size of bite Indeed it's spiced on unreasonable sacrifice Hook: Glum conundrums Summon young dumb lump sums Unsung slum humdrums Poetry Ending: I'm easily distracted lethargic in intelligence Heart easily elastic Wrapped in naivety unselective An amoeba ice thorn Thawing before I've sewn prior to form was a prick bleeding heart as I drip

I would rather not debate With this ignorance of age Much rather let my rage Be historically embraced Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Ooh that mood that move that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Oh I got a fear that you're gonna come get me I'm a little off kilter, you find me eccentric Getting all fierce when I'm asking you questions Did a brother pierce your flaccid suggestions? Can I get a minute just to get up in my feelings Coz the younger generation in the middle of your politics "Don't say the 'P' word!" Word to the reverb We will never be heard, so forever deterred "Me first!" Crab mentality! Cadavers of African passion are passive in masses of action never exacted Plastered and masked in a casket A gasket that blasts when you ask for the answers "from Pastor to vendor" remember your candour a standard offence, you might need your defender Warning you citizen believe in your Fuhrer! Believe in ze Fuhrer! I've got the wind beneath my wings I've got the reach to touch my dreams I've sunk my teeth and have dug deep Frame it how you please Warn us to keep our tongues at bay Enforce this policing us with pain You brought us together in this reign Woah Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Do you suckers want the truth? Ruckus with the young is uncouth When will you refrain with your goon train is our doomsday making you superman our youth decay is on you to change not suit the reign of your tyranny When police cease treating human beings This calligraphy return to beauty pangs When the republic is for the public Then this composition will be coveted As a template to defend the hate for the failed state in which we remain And the vicious strokes of my pencil will be stencilled and MONUMENTAL I'm the Scarecrow for the people! And This Flag is for the people! Can a young brother just live With a lot to give I don’t know Gotta keep my fear I don’t know When I keep it real I've got the wind beneath my wings I've got the reach to touch my dreams I've sunk my teeth and have dug deep Frame it how you please Warn us to keep our tongues at bay Enforce this policing us with pain You brought us together in this reign Woah Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that? Ooh that mood that moves that Scarecrow News that you lack, who's that?

Pre-Verse: Momma, momma, momma I'm alone (x4) Verse: 1 They dress in state uniform above the law Enforce and engorged with the blood of the poor The sweat from their pores reeks of street whores these women unemployed and forced on bended fours But thin latex don't equate to safe sex They'll say yes and stave off rubber for flapping papers Blame it on hierarchy enslaving patriarchy In the eye anarchy caught sight of our fiend His walk is obscene as he stalks the coughing It's an odd thing coveting your green When Black America assume that they hate POLICE Got a brother in the tomb whose killers are Scott-free I'm a controlled anger, angling for your anchor Whatever holds this ship down I am vengeful In my soul a black hole will swallow you whole I've accumulated holding cells for due course Hook: (x2) Got no leaders who do the right thing Bought more reasons for people to fight them (Yeah!) The war's more intimate than the silence Because our freedom, it suffers your violence (Woah!) Verse: 2 I'm in a bar trying to discard the scars of hard labour Some ask the LORD for the word that might save them Spending the last dollar trying to find a blue collar But my squalor has been fathered by the squandering parliament And it's our problem again sanctions extended at length trying to be triggering a rebellion from within From the outside looking in, this bowl of shit we're cooking in Middle finger to Western government, puppeteering my living Bring on the xenophobia, Zimbos are soldiering Know that your holes are boiling beyond smouldering I am your global reject but a failed abortion Stole away in the precinct and unveiled a coffin The problem with heroism is the part of my death and Why must I die for ideals to live? All the world's a stage as I pen my rage Ripping the entrails to leave a stench on the page Hook: (x2) Verse: 3 Leeches are feasting on a foetus in peace There's a lease agreement to appease the beasts Deceased is the need to release the greed Indeed they be teeming and feeding on arteries The glutinous tooth of the people who queue What ruined us, WHO we're accountable to NOBODY! But my body rocking probably coz of Molly Party hearty hardly dropping from the rowdy I'm about it if it's loudly drowning out the bounty that is hounding I am proudly Probably living in the zen of my old folly... Pacifism! What a gaudy sentiment Rock bottom is the solving of every problem If I could bottle the by-product of this struggling I'd swallow the hole of all human stumbling And finally prove that you are all FREE All you need to move is your own belief" Hook (x2)

Quiet night lights in the middle of the city When the rush hour passed me, I heard myself thinking In the blurry of the bodies that’ll rush From the gutter to the plush, suburbia is us And we’re all fumbling for money as we’re grumbling for needs We’re tumbling and lumbering in queues just to feed In the throes of the woes of the stove As we slow down to the moan of the black outs we abhor I heard a girl singing a sweet song of serenity And an old man whistling working for his family Then I saw a beggar, he just wanted a little He’d settle for anything in the middle of the road The college boy graduated and couldn’t get a job He just wanted to escape the coming brainstorm These thoughts of such chaos brought me to new peace And I sought after the one thing I love passionately My lift from the dungeon of the depressed Is to approach my life knowing that I’ve got an edge I’ve managed to identify what I truly love doing That I’d be satisfied if I died pursuing it Many great man have already gone to the grave The known and the brave, the unknown but okay The criminals who rotted and decayed, where no remorse be swayed I won’t let mine become waste Hook: (x2) As the old man whistles and the little girl sings And I watch my people in a living routine In the thick of these dreams is a book that I read Let my voice be free, let my voice be free Verse: 2 How often have you visited the cemetery dude? You never bother till somebody important leaves you That’s when you realize that we are all selfish I’m not criticizing but just gathering my observation And culminating to that epiphany that got to me We’ve got to be significant in these moments while living Romanticising with heroism is plain naïve Even though won’t mind being remembered when I leave But I see that I need to bleed some emphasis And see to my passion with every effort of my energy Death is really only a bother when it runs route Through that point of your confident shout But I don’t want to be desperately exasperated Emancipation is waiting to be comfortable in my skin Someday I’ll day I’ll die and I hope my friends celebrate Go ahead cut some cake like it was your wedding day Just sing a little raven’s lullaby when I’m gone Coz I’m dark and I’ll shout till my voice is hoarse From the gut of my spirit and the root of my lyric In the pit of my stomach be the boom box relic A hard core menace in the humour of my legacy A man who is cherished by his friends and family What else is there to aspire to beyond this? It all makes sense coz my people die unnoticed Hook (x4)

Chiguma-guma - Nditengerewo Chiguma-guma, guma-guma - Nditengerewo one? Bridge: The Jigsaw African, a seesaw elaborate Keeps zig zagging it so you second guess him Jigsaw African as he saw adequate Keep zig zagging it, chameleon of difference Verse: 1 My privilege is hideous Insidious but privilege A comfort assimilate distorting my etiquette Empathetic rhetoric an epically recited epoch Fed as if to credit establishing false sentiment Superiority complex Oh yes I confess Momma, Poppa and past friends All helped me to transcend Blend into the fabric My dignity is an elaborate Ruse! I drew from the others Brothers, lovers in strength Bolstered by benevolence Scolded from the detriment Holstered by those who saw my potential eloquence So I'd be lying if I didn't eat my humble pie I'm an ordinary diamond in the rough, no denying Remember a time when you were trying to survive? And you were none the wiser Than any other the next guy... Remember a time when you were trying to survive? And you were none the wiser Than any other guy... Bridge: (x2) Chiguma-guma - Nditengerewo...?! (Buritsawo) chiguma-guma - Nditengerewo One?! (Buritsawo One) Hook: Murungu wangu awuya (My boss has arrived) Ndombondotetena mari (I will now partake of the joys of money Zamu rechikwama, ndorisvina (Let me squeeze the bosom of this purse) Ndaipimha wani?! (I had been counting this) Vavengi vacho ndivo vekwedu (The transgressors are our own people) Vavengi vacho vanhu vekwedu Vavengi vacho ndivo vekwedu Vavengi vacho vanhu vekwedu Verse: 2 Oh I am better than him I curtsy to the White Man I answer curtly Anger curling at my ebony twin And I can blend and pretend Cast my shadow on friends For I could never relent Needing to be better than them An inherent little pride an ambition I abide by Can I palate the hide Of the ballad that lied? To decry my kin side and admire a picket line? Find my self-esteem blind to the coward I am! I heard of plums plucked by Uncle Tom's sons It summed up the crumbs of the numb flavour in tongue The dichotomy of weak and strong A lease is drawn to appease A mean and esteemed landlord One we've seen before Yet seem to always ignore Knocking from door to door Causing a rift for the rich and the poor With a stenographer's accordion When the discord is ignited He plays the melancholy of gullible zealots excited Bridge: (x2) Chiguma-guma - Nditengerewo...?! (Buritsawo) chiguma-guma - Nditengerewo One?! (Buritsawo One) Hook: Murungu wangu awuya Ndombondotetena mari Zamu rechikwama, ndorisvina Ndaipimha wani?!

Never wanted to dumb it down but… Tired of being cryptic! I gotta lift it off my chest! Do I gotta dumb it down? Tired of being cryptic! I gotta lift it off my chest! Dumb it down, dumb it down Tired of being cryptic! I gotta lift it off my chest! God I gotta dumb it down! Tired of being cryptic! I gotta lift it off my chest! Verse 1: Afro savagery for your woman in my head Got you chanting out for me like Ali Boomaye Unassuming type of brother but the smartest in the room I love the Beta mentality buried in you Getting articulate with a barbiturate Pussy whipped pissants never assimilate The stone cold aloof and a known lone wolf Don't stand in a group "hope for soft break throughs" Then you wanna be bragging and telling all your confessions and tagging the number of women you done already bedded Hit it in a manner that professes the second coming the women been succumbing to the size of your appendage Hmmmmpf... Hero egos, set in front of people Bleed through pantyhose, bitch nigga syndrome Let it go little boy your mental is pitiful A clinical example of why we never follow (you) Hook: Oh I vow... to claim clarity when I bust a nut and no pillow talk -Bitch Nigga If you like the D, then you cherish D Not covet the D - Home Wrecker Stick to the contract, Don't try to fall back Your word in your ball sack - Bitch Nigga Won't catch feelings so sincerely won't be fiending - Home Wrecker Bitch Nigga! Home Wrecker! (x4) Verse 2: My freedom of speech at war with a feminist But fuck it I know what real a homewrecker is These bitches overplaying the hand that they were dealt Like you wouldn't be interested in unbuckling my belt You had better get to gripping or I'm gonna get to whippin' An addendum in agreeing, the prerogative of women Yeah howya gonna act like the mutual pact impacted you bad when you knew that we had an expiring plan? (Talk that shit! Now, talk that shit! TALK THAT SHIT!) -Then you gangin' up on me with your self-righteous homies In the moment that you're trying to get my woman to disown me Hold ME! (Hold Him back x4) Yeah! Put me on blast couldn't ruin my path I'm a resilient motherfucker with a pen and a pad You connive and thrive, oh you could diet on lyin' But I'll testify you dick pacifier End Hook: Don't try to bring that drama to me Keep on steppin', don't look my way There'll be no karma to babysit On to the next, that settles it

Well I acquired an honest liar affair as a man Entirely mired in a cause and reality jam I would abide by the bravado if I didn't wanna hide (But) would I provide my woman with a better life? I doubt, where I'm from it is said by some That a man who can't bend truth some will succumb to that lonesome valley in that stone cold alley Where your whole labour tallies to self-assured fallacy Staring into space and speaking to intangibles reeking for you bathe in the disparity, a desperate dude I'm in a conundrum of good intentions and bad outcomes How come I found someone (my heart) too far gone, for the spousal? And I dance too sweet for the salsa, got an ulcer This blistering reaction to the bile that I swallow sir I required an honest liar affair quite frankly was jammed in the duality of cause and reality Bridge: Strained on wages I'm dissuaded Love needs payment I need patience Chorus: Baby don't you throw it all away (How much more time can I waste?) Why don't you have a little faith (Golden goose chase) Every dog has got to have his day (I don't see things change) I'm an opportunity away (Living in a daze) Verse: 2 Pssst! I hissed in a high pitched whisper Wish to avoid distant attention from eavesdroppers I'm wearing my skin thick, a disguise I keep slick Coz image is everything exorcizing my nervous tick! With this immaculate vision, the biggest future investment, not sure if I will make it but shhh! She hasn't copped it!" My heart in the right place and the art is amazing The stars ought to align so I discard the fake-ness I'm a money mongering, bold dream following Grandeur spokesman without a scheme I'm selling "Cut your losses, earn your way into a boss' closet All this dreaming is a faucet, all splash and no applauses" But I - "NO," Seriously - "I KNOW" This is the go along to get along Zone The hallmark of manhood is what you've got to give My wallet currently thin and her family doesn't want me here... Verse: 3 This, a cautionary tale about love - Your daily bread You should consider sacrifices and such - to whom you're wed How much is truly ever enough - To fill your head Is it you who manufactured the bar? - You need a friend? and More(MORE!) power to swagger with flat pockets All that rocket science nonsense of dreaming is pathetic Living is expensive, we're susceptible to credit the man coming for his taxes and still, I don't get it! Cohesive society has built archaic laws A Self-deprecating quilt that's sewn from everything wrong A community whose hinges are syringes of our labour and what you put in, you should get out, right? without favour Somehow formally a fat man is suited to living proof Of what's good in bad health, the uncomfortable truth? The paradox of society is that criminal mentality Will send you to the closest version of reality End Bridge: Everybody claims Freedom, yet nailing you in a box!

Ask myself... Do I favour failure To evade all labour? Do I play to cater To the escapist nature? On a logical diet of pathological lies Does my farcical side Thrive in the arch of my pride? Verse: 1 My ornamental honesty is suddenly on to me as haunting as homonymy but mirroring me In that minute minute with a pen in the pen When this astute scrutiny, a question within I'm appalled when Simon says, HOMELESS The luxury seduction compulsion, we call dorping we're tenants whose tendencies are tented in a rent Attending the tenement is a tenet that we neglect Tenaciously that tenner has a turbulent effect As the turn up will reflect ineptitude to correct A time honoured gesture of mild alcoholism A debaucherous emancipation from a childhood prison the syncopated system of stressing only the pleasure a scintillating killing of the "Yes, sir?" YES SIR Stimulating only the centres to release endorphins Who needs morphine when we're all queuing for the coffins Hook: The paradox Of grand talk when we're all self-involved A path of cost That man walks Will shift the decimal Bridge: (x2) So hook, sink and line Look within my eye Shook the soot that took soul or dimmed the light Animal, Cannibal, Laughable Manimal Animal, Cannibal, affable Manimal Verse: 2 For in this mornin' I'm walkin' outta da morgue An odd thing being reborn with a hunger to gorge The source of what I want within a large dark hole Insatiable but it draws from the void of hope I'm rogue combustible energy indestructible A carnal manimal whose been starved inaudible Can't conquer the hunger, the Scarecrow's plunder Under these amongst us, a younger who'd rumble So I set off a bomb to arm the ones who aren't pawns for the calm can no longer belong in Scarecrows Bold soldiers hold the soul of old folk songs who foretold the cold war for wrongs gone too long What haunts these cons is the scorn of our law When the sword is drawn and rogue justice is sought Ruffian anarchists animate a spiritual resonance detriment to pessimistic cowardice risen in us Verse: 3 I apply this ointment... Of self-enjoyment Without employment... Only one appointment The burden of choices, I've left to the voices a peer pressure beer fest, a hammer for my oysters Squad walk to stalk bars and swot laws that by force I conform to bar brawls My consort has been spawned to more whores A girl saw hunger she sought to fore-go A man of God will lie for what's yours and bastards will vie for the criminal! You'd rather die for the Bible or cry for, Revival of the money we cannot afford? - Howya...get a dollar? - When you're waitin for yo momma - or another favour from your father - when ye gonna go and get it, get it??? Uh wait a minute, why not change that paper chase bring the change in a way that'll break the base this governance a covenant that's been betrayed by the way we bank on amazing grace and our faith is in a promised peace now we're saving face coz our disgrace, is in a masochistic piece Preaching of dreams far beyond our reach utter the muffled mutter of bitter butter in the gutter Put up or shut up and cut out that pity party you coward! Verse 4: Sleep in eternal comfort when the pallbearer rings With Doves decorating my funeral of failed living And my relatives fighting over a pitiful estate the pinnacle of hate laid in subliminal FATE the stupidity of humility, the bigotry of foolery time honoured amusement to be conservative with money The most memorable things realised when we die When the Family unites and then suddenly we cry But while we are living, ample time is given Pay little attention, say it loud no hesitation To counter awkward moments we drink stupendously When you repeat habits... You form these traditions!

When you talk like this But you walk like - YOU LIE (x2) Pre-Verse: When you say it, how you said it When I play it in morning, I'm an idiot for taking it regretting every minute I don't know what I was thinking it was different when you said it... I was thinking... But I really wasn't Verse: You're talking about my giving, don't inquire about my earning The canon of the bible an insensitive attorney My momma putting pennies reminiscent of kaffir jailing These missionary pagans on a self-appointed journey Driven into a chasm to lapse into a spasm A spat for partition, debated without asking Now we're killing our kin and cannot rekindle our ken (caught up) calling the court according to customs of... CRINGE! Barbie and Ken, Blue eyed devils of a failed presumption... Anobvepi ko uyu asina mabvi? Good will hunting! Good will hunting?! Who's at the summit of the hustle of imperialism? (I tell you), they'll nail you, to bail your people They tail you until you're failed and (feeble) Edited history books make it apparently look like we were down for the goods neglecting livelihood Like you could bribe me to forfeit my title deeds My family, identity, erase my beliefs? Kunta don't believe you, BHAS is A LIAR Hapana zvakadaro naMai vakandizvara! If I dig deep into this, a figment the big spin omission for instance inflicts an affliction on mine for the African pigment and my centrepiece admitting into existence the evident Resistance of Blackness for the elitist profit in this global business... WHAT ABOUT BOB? BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW! (X2) (He's the) lesser of two evils He's the lesser of two evils... (Overlapping with better the devil you know) (x4) Prove another route to manoeuvre the oozing mula The soothing of the brutal Mukuru guru is Ubuntu Uyu munhu hunhu hwake hune bundu pane guru Muchigunun'una nehukuru hurukuro pakunon'ona munun'una mumuromo Bodo... Can't conquer a carcass, the cost of your congress Has caused us to cross into conquest conscious as immigrants and constantly hesitant, no confidence but instinct we are surviving as aliens from New York to Big Ben... Mhmmm! Where I come from are some concerns but I won't burn in my problems and... (rhythmic tune) There's a rumbling coming tumbling from the mouths of the "Sovereign" mmmm... It's the media that's immediate and is eager to deceive ye in their medium The anaemia in the Africa they've been reading ye as free as is Wikipedia While I'm grappling with my own identity Can't sell me Gandhi, colonial mentality Won't be a foothold footnote in History I've got a patent on your memory so you all remember me