When the Lion Roll's
when the lion roll's
in the jungle
the lesser kings never cross
a boarder
limits are made
when power differs
in the jungle
we are hungry for a life
our world is made
with troubles
no escape root
despite we work
like the elephant
in the jungle
of no humanity
yet our story never change
in the third world jungle's
when the lion roll's
in the jungle
the lion is fearless
ever ready to protect
ever ready to fight
ever ready and awake
now I realise why every
lion in our third world
countries are wild
but die young
if not why our heroes
are a lot underground
when the lion roll's
in the jungle
one can't mess with a lion
it could eat you up
it can tear you in pieces
it has a lot power to fight
you down while blood
rolls down your body
now I understand why
the brave is hunted
and feared by our enemies
like the rolling lion
when the lion roll's
in the jungle
you have to be prepared
you got to be alert
a lot has gone down
a lot can still go down
in our ghetto jungle's
a lot of our lions
has been cut off from
our reach
a lot of our brave lioness
has been killed
they got vision
they embark on their mission
with out fear
and roll like a fearless lion
when we saw their motives
in our jungle
we hole heatedly made them kings
yet not too long so many
of our lion are underground
cos enemies are always scared
and ready to kill
when the lion roll's
note
a dedication to our fallen heroes!
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2017
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