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We are too much carried away Wining, dining, and merrying around We are too much carried away Lost in the world we are meant to enjoy We spend all of our time and resources In things that matter little...
The tongue of a man Small in size but Lanky in action Terrorising and placing you In a doom Without pity of self destruction Oh cruel tongue of a man Slaying deep into my tender flesh By the sting it possesses...
Mother Africa, mould your soil with peace In it bloodshed will cease And our strength fixed On dazzling the world with our endowed feast Mother Africa, mould your soil with peace Continent will bow, your...
The tongue of a man Slaying deep into the flesh The tongue of a man Full of lies and deceit Says A, meant B, does C…. What he meant not from his heart The tongue of a man is heinous To the bones...
Dig deep in to yesterdays Dig deep in to yester-years We talk of memories Memories of yesterdays Memories of yester-years Memories that bring regrets Memories that bring applause Memories that bring joy...
I have a song I love to sing Since I am born a girl Of the freedom of womanhood Since I am born a girl Bring me the flute So I can blow the whistles Of the old tunes away The old tunes that sing...
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