Hey, NambeoLord, hey, despairShaka Zulu, Bobo, Shantina, Ya Fingi, Manama, MawariaDespairFear and desperation, no depression, can't tarry yaDespairAyatola, Idi, Yamin, Menelec, Yo, Manama, SaiwariaDespairHey, fear and desperation, no depression, can't tarry yaDespairLike Merlin's fear and such and such before meWho all fought for the cause andDespairHey, huh, enforcing all the laws andThe master of the masses, one has power, the other one lacks itGuns of power, controlled by assets, owned by financial forecastersWho are the masters, they are the gangsters, they are the bankers, the ones who taxesThe masses, they are us, the sheep, the people, divided in classesI'm the masterI go off like a Shiite bombAnd all y'all see I'm on myWar paint on my face *My 9mm on my waist *I'm a problem, shoot up your waist *Let a few go, then I get low, blazing haze againThe masters, the Wall Street wall chiefs, the elitist groupsThe masses, they pray to Jesus, saying he will see us throughThe masters are the aristocraticThe masses asking for most high on his way hereI'm trying to stay clear, my mind is my mind and they spareHey, I sayDespairHey, I sayDespairHuh, Shaka Zulu, Bubba Shanti, Manakiti and Manamaama warriorDespairHey, fear and desperation, no depression can't tarry yaDespairHey, through the hands of time and cruel men it has slew more than a billionDespairHey, it keep on suppressing the humble man's opinionMisled, it a Swiss cheese when the fifth squeeze misledThe media misleads, scares you to the point where you miss sleepWith that said, misled, with this Ruger and that shooterSubmachine gun better tag through yaCopper tops, hollow points will do ya something bad our futureIt's misled, three strikes, it's no school when the teacher strikesThis economy, this monopoly, with no job just own your propertyNow it's back to what come naturalMust survive anyhow you have toDespairDesperation, but I have no fear when I hold this spearHold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, shh, shh, shhMissedMake some way, no stamina have smeltThere's fear now make fiendsmano run racket, mano run scheme mano run race, mano run dumbbenzKiya just sheena, heena, wina i in a contact lensPan kiss come police under the dunk net candelas na make sense안 tienSo eyes up to my defenceI'll point it as my preferenceShould have been the turntownDon't know what you heard get referred by the wrong referenceWhen this fear start dispense, it a fight and a tear through fenceThis thing by your members and all level in body but seen enough segmentsWhen I run drugs, when I run risk, when all I run out of time and endsWhen I run up and down, when I run for them life, when I run down this smoke rentsNothing I want a yard and food, they a road then man I pick a Dutch pavementThis fear was a tool I must use to enslave man and make man servantEscape from this fear and desperation become more urgentMankind need to cleanse and wash out them soul with spiritual detergentsAt this time time we are distant relatives controlling the circumferenceAnd any man move with no permission they're reeling the circumstanceDespairShaka Zulu power shanty man a mama worryDespairFear of your recession and depression can't tarry yaDespairInner city you ***Rise it up the skies and make a party stemDespairAnd any time *** clap it up the whole city levelDespairLike burning spear and such and such before IWho all fought for the cause andDespairThey can't ignore meNoAnd this is planet EarthWe get lost and make a starting pointI'm burning this fire and we're burning this man upAnd I get it this text would be blockedIt was in sohosAnd it misled usWatch your headWhat do you think of Africa?Africa? Africa?Africa?Just to mention of it, just to mention of it, man.It's like you call my name, man.Well, you know, Africa is my motherland and Africa is where I write for the land.And that is where I want to be.