Martin Chishimba - Intro

Welcome to the king album
But before me start listen
Me no politician me no freestyle on a lie
For fun like the buggy man
I'm trying to be an improved man
I return no verses
Like the preacher man for wisdom from a paper bag
Listen brother
Me no lazy religious man
I have read some chapters of the white book
Crook is what they cook and believe me
I believe in god the father but write it down
In your bb study note book
My lord is African
Murungu
Not the one chipped in the brain
Of the post colonial African
Enslaver of the great black American
Don't get me wrong
I do listen to the preacher with a righteous heart
I am an artist listening is a form of art
That updated my mother board
So that I can relate
To the revelation of evolution
That's how I get restored
Me no cave man
But like a cave man
If you lecture the one love like Bob Marley
I am your brother man
But if you kill a brother
For the colour of the skin
I detest you man
And if you bleed a human to the heavens
For fucking the same sex
I dislike you man
And if you deprive a woman of her breath
Because you feel like the most high
I despise you man
You should decease in your vomit
With your gun in your mouth
And if you ever meet me
Ah ah ah
Man vex the grass run south
Juda tie your neck very fast
Or find redemption in the yoga
Blessed be the Indian man
Cause all I want from this life
Is a peace of mind
A paradise king size
Cause every woman every child wants that paradise
Every man working in the dirt wants that paradise
Black or white brown or yellow
No one wants to be the parasite
Or to perish like a rat in a dusty mine
Whole the world is a stage and
We merely players
Mr director signor actor
Deem dream dream slayer
Me no play no more the thief man
Just because my skin is black
Why should i be the curtain man
Ah on this plank I wanna explore the universe
Cry with a free verse spoon feed their imagination
With something diverse
I'm a king in my heart how dare you
Narrate me with same joke
To the birds of your same flock
Remove me from your mental flaws
Do not dress me with your dirty cloths
This is not fictional Zamunda
I am one of the sons
Of the great Kaunda
King
You should bow down

Written by:
Martin Chishimba

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