Our Relatives Is Our Problems
Our relatives is our problem
The colonial empires
Has left Africa
So we thought that was
The beginning of a total redemption
We rejoiced cos we thought
It was freedom at last
We embrace our own
Our very own brothers
Our very own indigenous relatives
What more could we ask for
Our relatives is our problem
The colonial empires
Has left Africa
Yet Africa is not free
Our very own brothers and sisters
Has taken over
With the same iron fest
Our very own indigenous relatives
Is now our own problems
They are no different from the strangers
They are dark but so different
Despite how much we trusted our own
Yet our highest pain
Come from our very own
Brothers and sisters
Meant to be the answers
To our redemptions.....
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