Livin in the shadow of the prosperous,
They built their cities on top of us,
We, …mshamba halisi [That’s the illness in the Village]
…... …mshamba halisi [That’s the illness in the Village]
Citibank emerged from the slave trade,
Plantation owners made the laws, foundation’s been flawed,
Open information age under threat with their snitch ways,
While we all jus tryna live and get paid,
Need to stay open and learn new ways,
But the funds is locked up with the elites,
They wanna keep us ignorant and isolated, like their narcissism,
educated populations pave the way forward,
But a few klans don’t wanna see new hands, unless they cuffed
--And that’s that shit I don’t love
Eyes open, the rhetoric don’t match up
They keep buildin condos
High life while we die like flies
Trade and tech could take it to the next level
But the inequality maintained by that global elite minority
Gonna make it hard to see a better future
Livin in debt, yeh,
We cash reality checks
[hook]
smoke somethin good in the hood with my crew
on the porch, tellin stories, kibao or 40s,
just a KlanVill nobody with no money, hustlin for enuf funds
to get out of the dungeon of poverty,
wound up in a house full of yuppies in Kilimani,
wallet couldn’t keep up, so they wouldn’t wanna meet up,
I guess I was just a storm in their teacup,
Economic lines to keep u out, maskini ni hatari,
Kahawa Wendani, smokin that sour diesel like an engine,
Started to pay attention to what was goin on,
Rest of the world started to exist when I heard my first washamba wenza verse like…this…is.. the life in our yard…
Bizness elites prisoners of their own narcissism,
U kno, they wanna put u in a prison, but,
I said goodbye and I don’t miss them
If life is just a dream
Voices callin me
I’d like to see you
Before I wake up