They had them on the Gold Coast (black gold)
Fortified walls higher than the monkeys could climb
Pale, uninspiring guarded by cannon crazy white men
Stinking sties, pompous odors, pious souls
Golden black souls caged for servility
Chained, hands to neck, neck to feet
For an inescapable journey to doom
Shackled souls, feared, coveted super animals.

At the Zanzibar the Sultans edified
Raping black women, selling black men, once their trade fellows
All in the name of Allah taking over a God fearing people
Taking over their coveted dark continent
Shredding mighty human kingdoms, crevassing a solid family
Magnified, ostracized, a family destroyed
Crying, hurting, enraged an anger caged
For an unjust justice eternally miscarried
Just let them cry, they say, tears won't kill.

Now they have them, black and greedy
Running empires of doom, selfish fiefdoms
Ruled by AK47's, and sub machine guns
Ivory towers, guarded by moronic black men
Shooting down their own brothers, own sisters
Macheteing their old mothers and fathers.
They are the demons, the ghosts of Cecil John Rhodes
Fighting and fussing, to dig their own graves.

Look at Rwanda, entertaining the world at Hotel Rwanda
There was Nigeria, with Tears of the Sun
Came Mozambique, then Angola, came DRC then Liberia.
From the Palace of Hailee Selassie, revolutions born
Brothers, dark and lovely, strong and fearless
Coming together, to fight for freedom.
Then freedom came, they still fight
Fight for what? Nobody knows.
And look at us, Zimbabwe, still fighting
Fighting for Land since 1890
Oh God, just bless the damn Land.