Part 1:
When the butterfly flew where the bird flies,
When the cat chew the meat a dog fries.
Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
Holding on to a past that's gone,
All truthful lies said and done.
The green forest is tired,
Accused and retired.
Still, the bushfire don't cease,
The Gambia the Smiling Coast, once a land of peace.
Is now suffering barren lands,
Caused by tongues and human hands.
Agriculture called a prostitute,
Without love, hatred and division is a substitute.
The line has been drawn for separation,
A daylight coup and tribal isolation.
To satisfy a Gambian,
And not a Zambian:
Consider everything is wrong
Because they all know, and so very strong.
Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
You have no place to hide,
For the scorpion takes too much pride,
Tribalism and hypocrisy;
Made your hazelnut crispy,
Now the rich from the poor,
There's no true window from a door.
The rulers from the ruled,
The ignorant v.s the schooled.
Each ant got rude,
The t.v. watch nude.
Students skip school,
Teenagers now dance naked in a pool.
Part 2:
Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
Why hunting specific races,
And slapping their faces.
These tribal inequalities,
Shamed my spiritually.
A headcrown on a mission,
We now see changemakers with no vision.
The eye of shame to see real beauty,
Makes the new Gambia very filthy.
The blind cannot see,
The sight of the unseen.
The weather of hatred this season,
Is lovely warm and cold for a reason.
I see a throng of mobs,
Sounding in silent sobs.
In a van of hope,
Chilling and smoking dope.
An Apprentice saying: " Serre-Kunda! Serre-Kunda!
A Passenger replied:"Lufa heew, I'm going to Manjai Kunda!"
Another Passenger also said:
"Ya ham teh hammo tuss"
A Lady in the van said:
"Apprentice Johma suma pass,
Dama yakamti":
The Apprentice added:
"Madam, awma change mann, seen!":
The Lady responded:
"Moo, jangulo tuss!
Teh hamulo gaat!"
The Apprentice finaly said:
"But I can sing the national anthem."
Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
Stop anticipating for change,
In the paint of range,
By trying the innocent and freeing the guilty,
For having been once faulty.
"Taxi! Town trip,
Seidai bama grip.
Take me to the galaxy,
Let me drink and get drunk of insanity,
Which is destroying our peace and humanity.
Politics makes the leaders so much tougher,
The poorer we become, the more we suffer. "
Progress, Peace and Prosperity,
Had been turned into adversity
Red, White, Blue, White, Green,
Now a destroyed land all have been
Justice is no longer guiding our actions,
For The Gambia now is lying for auctions.
Toward a common good,
As we become more hungry for food.
The Frowning Coast,
Sorry for the pain, today, yesterday and tomorrow,
Leaders come and go, even Kaddy Barrow.
Come peace embrace us instead,
For unity and our strength, we should spread.
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