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Hey Miss Tonto,
You running to my mama, I want you to please tell her, I say that I say something.
Miss Tonto, I started to believe in such things like heaven's trumpet;
After it is over, is this is it done?
If there is heaven, make it speak to your son-- exaggerated a little bit--
Trying to make a point to make you understand why you should quit smoking.
Miss Tonto, you see my moma tell her am lost
Living in a world without a mother when life is tough,
Falling in love is not love.
But before my funeral is arranged,
Before the sky is damaged,
The rivers are folded like a carpet,
Your kings will be our slaves;
We will assemble every man from his grave:
From the incense of intelligence,
To the hospital of thoughts;
We taught your teachers what you never read in books.
If insanity is the drug of misery,
What is the cure for death?
Miss Tonto, my sins always light the cigarettes and people talk when I cough,
I started back up again; twenty years later, I got famous throughout the world:
Can buy food for myself when is life soft.
Miss Tonto, you see my mama, whisper her this:
The real reason why I go to church on Sundays to confess my sins,
Passing my Bible studies and Satan helping me with my homeworks--
I saw spirits spitting and eating the flesh of so on and so on--
And until this day, Gambians do not know I write for them.
From Ghana to Alabama,
Read my speeches like Barrack Obama.
God sent down prophets and books,
But you swallowed the pages,
Painted the law of divinity,
Declared yourselves prophets;
Steal, rub, and drink--
Constitutionalized lies--
Monetized the law--
and normalized evil.
Miss Tonto, you see my father, please ask him why he married my mother, was he happy inside?
Because it takes dignity to carry my mother's name with him.
Am sure I did it in spite of my decision at birth to be a Nigerian:
I'm a genius inside battling with Satan and all angels running arts and culture.
We're like two young people with different views whether a penis is actually a toy.
I die from heart conditions caused by the divorce I did to The Gambia.
What's the need of decolonizing the mind if the heart is still enslaved?
When prophets and kings sold their souls,
Lies on the lips of a president,
Writers write for Satan,
The pastor preaches good but drinks from the bottle of sin,
Money is god;
Winning is vital;
School teaches immorality;
Education doesn't benefit Ph.D. holders;
Technology controls your minds;
But we control your hearts.
Decolonizing the mind, for who, to whom?
Who lied to you?
