African Excellence

My kin folks. My proletariats

let me speak to you

Im talking to the west Africans. East Africans. North Africans. South Africans. My people why are we separated with so many borders

We are severed. scattered. Disconnected from our people

Feeling a pain that is stabbing, cutting, stinging, burning, splitting, crushing, gnawing, nagging, and gripping is the feeling of pain a measure of our souls worth?

They say speak softly and carry a big stick

Well I'm a proud African so I speak with pride and carry a bigger stick

I want to ignite a fire up under you

The scorching blistering smouldering kind. Africa the mother of black excellence

Who went throughout the world and became black stars.

My people lend me an ear

Because as a people we lack unification

Emanciapate yourself from mental slavery no one but ourselves can free our mind

I repeat unspoken words

We have been deceived mislead into a state idiotic acceptance.

Ignorance is not blissful

Division is our weakness

Sticks in a bundle are unbreakable

Stand tall with a natural pride

Imagine the strength of the generation that follows you within the sound of your voice

Do not falter do not break

What's the use of a foreign aid when it's our own resources being used to assist us.

Ignorance is not blissful

Listen and chant the songs of our culture we treasure the wisdom of our ancestors.

That our leaders seem to have forgotten