Cheat
Cheat
I could cheat but it is wrong,
To rob your brother of his song,
To undercut his wages, worse,
To bring on self the awful curse,
But you knew it all along.
Power of thought can win a game,
But cheating is just a thieving same,
Build for self the future pain,
Be born in old Uganda.
Without a bloody veranda,
Black in the face again?
Propaganda brainwash cheat,
Lies are spilling into the street,
Mass media are indiscreet,
To the super rich they pander,
Will Africa be sweet,
No bloody veranda.
So their persecuting you today,
Sucking muddy water, no fun hey,
Machete, sidestep duck away,
Hide under the veranda.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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