The modern day slave-master
is like a magician;
Instead of a whip,he's got a hat,
and a rabbit,
and a bag full of tricks.
Now he's here,now he's not;
I can feel it from the farthest end of my roots
to the flowers bloom,
The anticipation in the air;
so close,I can smell it,feel it on my skin
Mi nuh stop tink 'bout you.
Fine damsel
that stole my heart;
Isn't it obvious, am in love with you
Can't you see my dreamy eyes
trying to give you the look?
He hears their voices
screams,shouts,in adoration,recognition;
and wishes,
he could show his faces
Let them connect his pokerface,
to his reflection,
Me hupenda ku-dream na ku-imagine
Ningekuwa fish ni-breathe ndani ya maji
ama kama Abbas na ma-ferry
nikuwe always juu ya maji
ka ki-merman
Bring me the world
and place it at my feet,
The skies too if they can fold,
and fit in my fist.
Like a bad drawing on a piece of paper
am going to crumple it,