One Mad Afro

-some just don’t deserve to breathe…

Whats going on in the home, is fear a tool in your hand
Behind the skeletons in your closet the ghosts of your past stand
Father filling a role, just as he preached to you
And you don’t know whos world to believe in, make it up as you go

Just as you were a child, legacy to look wild
You demand and expect to receive, like a right that’s devine
Now you ask for the earth, sad excuse for a man
Your children learn your arrogance from the back of your hand

Keeping your faith in your handout
knowing your children will never know better
Take my word now preacher, parent, deceiver
Your right to this life you must earn

So are your children at home? Are they safe there from harm
Do they shudder in fear at your footsteps
Or are you loving and calm?
And from a ditch you can rave, you can preach you can save
Post colonial trauma stress boy or just too lazy to bathe

Violent behaviour, cycle breeding failure
Shame and greed they stain you, share the pain that makes you
Father filling a role just as he preached to you
Now you don’t know whos world you believe in do you?

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