You open my flesh with your fingers in torture and bloodstain. A violation of article 21 of the Constitution
The intestine in my head, you put it in a cage, I can't fly to academic limits. A violation of article 17 of the Constitution
When quiet times disappear I can't listen to the ocean. You call me "bumster", you beat me up, you cut my dreadlocks because the beach is only for "white tourists". A violation of article 33 of the Constitution
My government is guilty, on all accounts
You sow an evil scheme and you shall reap.
The Gambia
Politically uneducated leaders, this is poison
Religion misunderstood, this is poison
"Anti crime unit" should be burn down, Mboob is a poison
The blood of this nation is corruption, this is poison
The Constitution is written by the blood of the nation, which is poison
The very flesh of this country shall be my great poem
Those who have enough bullet let them shoot
THIS is not THAT, don't make THIS THAT
THAT is Jammeh's mind, eat not from THAT
Is it democratic dictatorship?
Is it a three year term or a plus two?
Is my question burning your skin, Mr. President?
Sucking the blood of our mother nation
Presidents quenche their financial thirst
The poor is paying the dreadful price
Our sad tears unite with the rain of systemic ignorance
We're hopeful in a hopeless jungle, tolerating with some merciless lunatics,
Give me the nightmarish pen so I can touch their hearts
We uproot a terrible crop
The new seed is failing to grow
No more viable seeds for the future
The marginal costs and benefits of this country
Remain a puzzle
The bigger slice of the economic pie is in the mouth of the elite Gambia
This country is a sinking ship
And it's captain is yet to be born
In this perfect paradox, tyrants go cruel
Quantitative easing is not of collective benefit
Money laundering is a national cancer
Another dictator is gone
Millions of his stolen money get freeze by European banks.
Will Europe send his frozen money to our central bank?
Don't act like you don't already know the answer to that
Between my fingers, a pen with brain,
Desperate to see a nation with political hygiene
My ink is the government's nightmare
If they send your job opportunities to the gallows
If your silent cry don't run their blood cold
If they care not about your wellbeing
Ghetto youth, don't let the sea bury you
Run the streets and fill your pockets
making marijuana sales
They wage a war on drugs
Fought by intoxicated police officers
It's a war that feeds taxation and corruption
Democracy mixed with hypocrisy and
My constituency is of no transparency
And now there's incompetency in our interdependency
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Article 1,2 of the construction of The Gambia:
The Sovereignty of The Gambia resides in the people of The Gambia from whom all organs of government derive their authority and in whose name and for whose welfare and prosperity the powers of government are to be exercised in accordance with this Constitution.
Antonio Gramsci, in prison notebook 8 said, "No publication can replace the thinking brain or determine new intellectual and scientific interests in a place where there is only interest in coffee chats or thinking that one lives just to have a good time."
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