[Chapter One : They Came, They Saw]
And so did it happen
The beginning of an unending war of complexion
A war which made blacks understand the essence
And the difference made by our division.
King Brenyah stood helplessly in a desert of confusion
When he received a whatsApp text from a sentry set ashore
Telling of strange canoes at see he saw
The white man had arrived with the mind of a Viking
With strict orders to be extraordinarily conniving
And built for themselves a castle in my home without my permission.
[Chapter Two : They Conquered]
Success was theirs though, being able to conquer the dark dumb cave mind of my king
And made him a middle man in trading slaves for ammunitions and other useless things.
So the slave trade gas evolved
And anybody who inhaled it wanted to get involved
Intertribal conflicts to gain slaves to trade for a necklace
And some girls traded a mirror with their parents
But the white man wasn't satisfied with the gold, the slaves and the s**
He wanted to know how to send whatsApp texts, How to take selfies and post on Facebook, twitter, Skype
And also to take nude photos and spread them for the hype.
All these kwasiasem I saw and despised
And protested to the king demanding its demise
But instead of that, oh yawa oo!
I was locked up for treason and traded for a stone.
[Chapter Three : The Awakening]
Chained from head to toe like I was dada boat
And made to walk naked in the wilderness all the way to the coast. Taken to the castle and thrown in the dungeon
It was there I witnessed real suffering
Where everything was done in chains Rape,d**h, drinking,sleeping ,beating, all in chains
But once again the white man wasn't satisfied He wanted dominion over all the tribes
And control us in unity
But to his ignorance,
Unity made us realise our superiority
And it took just one man to wake us up from bondage
And lead us into the freedom we enjoy in this age
The black man might have won the battle for once, But the war doesn't end
It's about time we make our foes our friends And prove and appreciate, just how far the dripping blood of our fathers went.