I can't guide your conscience
I can't help you choose
I don't want to talk about how
this is sure to see my life improve
I can't hear about it
I'm sick to death of it
Just... don't suggest
I'm not in the mood
I'm the political pawn
not the heavyweight here
long before I was born
long before you
white men had written my tune
I can't dance anymore
I can't move when
forced to wear shoes n
carry the weight of colonial doom
no new paper will change that
a rule is as easily
written as broken
and it's your law not mine
that you wish to define
allies are great but
nothing will change without the
accomplices giving up room