The Valley

Dusty feet ashy knuckles that is how we are brought up The tropics in the jungle that's the rain forest Pitch black struggle be the song from these strange artist's Politics is real innocent become martyrs That's the irony of this environment It's like the hope is gone now somebody is mining it Last piece of happiness is something that we grind to get This is Africa where the black science is People out here struggle and fighting the demons And people out here hustle and fight till they bleeding Jealousy is real people die for no reason And we're praying to the lord every day that we're breathing And in our God we believe in As days go by we survive and achieving It doesn't really matter how long as It gets done This is Malawi the home of Madonna's son I'm letting the genie out the bottle We run so many laps around in the sleepy hollow Going through the same convo over and over The whole structure needs Restructuring and better composure Not the mediocre politics driving us closer To the bottom of the food chain Now we need some true change New generation of sharp thinkers new brains Old cats is washed up we need some new things They say Malawi is at the bottom of the food chain Maybe now the problem is Malawi needs some true change We need to know what time it is with the politics And get down to business to build something positive How is it that we tackle same problems and Yet we got a grand clue on how to be solving them It's like the whole country is going crazy And hell is unleashing but nobody complaining