Afrique

Focus Take two in the morning Move to the door Say whose your opponent Vultures in suits in a rover Troops and soldiers Swoop on your culture No sir! My boots on the shoulders Of those the movement has moulded Notice, do what you suppose to And bring the truth that much closer But you bamboozled and broken Hoping the poo colour is golden No sir! You too proud to know it But only fools fight the moment The soul finds food out of probing Searching, floating earth in motion Controlled by who what and no one You can't control the world! No Bush, no Britney Spears No Coca Cola everywhere No coup, no silly fears Of Ebola in the ear God control it Stop the nonsense Use it, don