My Way, I Know It Well
I know it, I know it well
Its to pleased myself, the lost part
Hanged in the neck and cuffed on the wrist
Whilst long ago father lived at peace, he was him
And here I claimed intelligence
Intelligence with age
Dumped in a lost century
Lost from the stools calls of its kindred
Me not from home
Me of this age, lost, lost, lost
Hey Kofi, Koofiii my son, he cried
Why not come home, back to the root, I think
Yes, yes Fofo, King-man of my name
I shall return, return, return
Return to be planted, for i see the storm approach
It shall come for me, I know, i know it well.
So give me a hand to cling to, safe and strong
Give me a name, a name to be identified with
Give me a tribe, a tribe to belong to
Uh, give me a wife,a wife to bear me fruits
So I shall not wane-off, so I shall not erode
This day has come, I am mad at it
It sickens my feelings, of a humane stock
It bleached me pale, striped of my black-fighting melanin
Jollying in the colds of this strange land
Like a chicken in a nest, I wriggles and twitched
For years, Even a day ago
A calabash was beaten
This gourd says a riddle I understood
Shaming the heavy metal rhythms I consumed
Then I hear them conflicted
Lucifer and Arch- angel Gabriel battles for mankind
Its my fate, I know, My destiny been gamboled
With the thoughts of yesterday and today
Each at my throat, each at my cuff
To teach a lesson, I know, I know it well.
This is the time to know it well. Before the ...
Copyright © Lamptey Godson Kofi | Year Posted 2011
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