Ah ah! these ones dont grind corn
they eat "cornflakes" out of boxes
i wonder where they were born
i'm like a jackal in a country of foxes
Eh mama! check their skin
oba how do they be so thin?
me let me admire their figures
nanti some of us are black, some niggers
Even their language is a secret
where ervery worrrrd hars arn erxtra "r"
they walk like soil hasn't touched their feet yet
us all we have is who we are
But its like their hearts are broken
like they miss home or they've forgotten
after so long again our paths crossed
bambi, i think they must have been lost.
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