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lirik lagu cal r. - english project

verse: frederick lugard (racist)
cannibals everywhere
people p-ssin’ anywheres, you know they just don’t care
i can’t take your smell, can’t take your noise
y’all got no god to pray about, i guess i got no choice
rats in your front room, heathens in the back
missionaries in the churches, in pews you should be sat
you tried to get away but i made sure you couldn’t get far
’cause a military squad waiting with an ar

chorus: frederick lugard (racist)
don’t push me ’cause i’m close to the edge
i’m trying not to lose my head
you live in the jungle most times
it makes me wonder how i keep from full-on plunder

verse: chinua achebe
standin’ in my study lookin’ out the window
watchin’ all the cars go by, roarin’ as the breezes blow
from here to haiti, livin’ in a rags
livin’ in your all’s jails, have to fly a white flag
treat us like the congo, skip the false tact show
an old african princess seemed to have lost her senses
lite my own village aglow burnin’ y’all some creeps
though i’m going to tell my story to the world through poem
you went to ondo city and destroyed our heredity
you used your guns and blimps, refused to leave us to our own

chorus: chinua achebe
don’t push me cause i’m close to the edge
i’m trying not to lose my head
you portray us in a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how you made such a blunder
you portray us in a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how you made such a blunder

verse: frederick lugard (racist)
you people doin’ bad, stole my brother’s money
not civilized and such, it’s just not healthy
all my gunners in the daytime, scoutin’ at night
can’t even seem to tame all the tribal leaders, right?
they k!ll collectors, they keep my throne
and take your life even in your homes
got a bum education, will never reach salvation
read from the story of john to job, i’ll take your land as compensation
british kingdom movin’ on the attack
burn a town to the ground, call me a pyromaniac
listen here birdbrain, our cultures aren’t the same
this is a new british campaign
my culture to spread and yours to contain

verse: chinua achebe
a child is born with no state of mind
blind to the ways of mankind
god is smilin’ on our crew but he’s frownin’ at you
because only god knows what you’ll put us through
we’ll be placed in your mental as second-rate
and your eyes will sting with a look of deep hate
the places we pray and where we have stay
look like one great big alleyway
you should admire all the young, suppressed creators
kids, moms and fathers and the other attempt-takers
strivin’ for the stars, tryin’ bravely with pens
and i wanted grow up to be just like them, huh
smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
we tried to stay cool, huh, i’m no fool
then you wind up droppin’ outta life too soon
now our culture’s destroyed, shoulda been paranoid
walkin’ ‘round us like you want to avoid
turned brutal, fred, but look what you done did
m-ssacred a bunch of d-mn kids
now our manhood is took and the social structure start to lag
you spent your two verses as a very ignorant brag
we’ve been used and abused to serve like h-ll
til one day, we was found locked in a cell
it was plain to see that our culture was lost
you were cold and your judgements were racist and accoust
but now, in your eyes, i see a sad, sad song
because now you know why we lived so fast and died so young so

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