[b][/b]NAIJA HOOD


It began that year
Through the waters which share
Three tribes apart
Drowning Mungo Park
Raw Niger spirit
The way we do it
Helping ourselves
If there's nothing else

They who call me nigger
Say they merged us together
The swifter and slicker ninjas
The ones with itching fingers
Like the Government
Thieving the ornament
Soiling the ancient garment
Oiling this brazen lament

All through these years of fears
And tears and twisted cheers
We've been helping ourselves
Because there's nothing else
Our virtue's not repaid
Even kind old trust's betrayed
Now they point fingers at us
At the young Niger in us

Niger's but a new born
Even Oak is father to Acorn
The grudge the seed of enmity
We find identity
The kind haters won't meet
But he reigns in the Street
The restive stealth and yahoo zeals
Ninjas' deals father their own weals