Nomad's Tale, Pt. 4(263to403) [feat. Mazoepapi]

Ah, ah, ah Ini handinyepi Hunzai kunoku mic iyoyo. Hunzai,hunzai hunzai, hunzai, hunzai Ini ndotaura chokwadi. Mfana iyeye, mfana KTheChosen. Mfana iyeye. Mfana wenyu Handimuziye mfana iyeye. Mfana iyeye ndakamurera ndiri one inini but now his head is getting too big for his boots Forty-eight hours, 2,000 dollars My dear I fear this future ain't ours Fame and the power, man of the hour So clear and so near but taste so sour More like bitter sweet My tongue so viciously Protesting how they speak But they don't get me Unless I add an inflection Look into the mirror don't recognize the reflection I'm changing, but I doubt it's for the better Mind as temperamental as Calgary weather Mind blacking out like they just cut off the ZESA That's life back home but to you that's whatever You ain't ever need to power up the generator You ain't have to que for fuel kunzwa yapera You ain't wait for change kusvikira waneta You ain't have to wish your country was better Go figure , the one complaining on other side of border Went to get his degree, now he's feeling much bolder Only one degree, so you know he feels much colder I'd burn that paper to keep my family warmer The tale of the Nomad is quite sad The boy now a man raise the Sun like my dad A doctor, a lawyer, the boy wanna rap How you finna save em with a plan like that? What's crazy is my story is yours A bunch of immigrants tryna make it abroad If you made it this far then these applause is yours Issa better look on the hook if you go off Ayy! Ayy! Go off Ayy! Ayy! Show off If you made it this far then applause is yours Issa better look if you go off Cross arms like Danai in the land of the Wakanda Monomotapa we came here to conquer Dreads on my head so they think Imma Rasta Only dope that I hit be the joints that I sponsor This beat like Wyclef and Tyler So I ask you take me back to November People in the streets, peaceful protesters I'm in Canada wish my family was safer Then the blackout came no Internet Friends and relatives could not connect To the outside world I was stressing that People around me couldn't relate but were empathetic Then the same thing happened to Sudan Realised Africa we are one One in corruption, one in assumptions One in the prayers and the hope's of salvation One in the shadow of media attention One with power beyond comprehension One who exports to first world nations The ones who would free us to those who enslave them Dilemma ain't new in these streets How do we fix this so we all can eat? You can't get better if the capable leave Solution is us but we're all over seas What's crazy is my story is yours A bunch of immigrants tryna make it abroad If you made it this far then these applause is yours Issa better look on the hook if you go off Ayy! Ayy! Go off Ayy! Ayy! Show off If you made it this far then applause is yours Issa better look if you go off