thats a song i made for my people in Africa, i grew up there and have a lot of friends that always tell me how much they want to come here. So i made this song to say how much its no good and how better they can develop there without elites and so on
jazz
reggae
fusion
world
Story behind the song
the story behind this song is deep, my friends always tell me how much they want to come here so i made this to explain how better it is to develop on their beautiful continent with no whatsoever elites influence.. some of them dont understand how hard it is here. I am stuck here for the moment but ill go back some day i know!
Lyrics
Said i dont Understand, oh why
my brothers from Africa, try so hard
and they cant come by plane so most of them cry
there is no other way, so some crawl and die
my brothers and sisters oh listen to my whispers
God will come soon and take away your fears
So leave powers to monsters, with their fake Gold and Silvers
They keep promising wonders, but suffer during winters
No love no care for others, a continent of hunters
Oh hunting after numbers, and pieces of papers
But we are truly flowers, resisting real strong thunders
And we dont need no gangsters to give us any orders
Im speaking about fake leaders, destroying their own towers
On the screen million of viewers, in the streets only consumers
All they think of is voters, they care not for farmers
There might be no survivors, only prisoners and beleivers
We are Not losers, They are not Winners