Colonizer’s Corpse

I'm a build me a palace
Surrounded by electric fences
In Cape Town, South Africa
Escape in New York City winter
Xhosa click, tongue sound
Both ancient and futuristic
Faux levels on the mountain
Can't climb over go around it
Split the circumference
Scoopin roadside tomatoes and onions
Running chicken, grab the cleaver
Slaughter then season, word to Nebra
Mind ya business, new in the district
Black coffee, no biscuit
I'm on the continent
Altering my consciousness
Under the foot, colonizer's corpse
Side saddle on the horse, riding north
On my back, heading for war
Through the land
Ninety force floors
Tribal wars, bearing witness
Hoping, praying, wishing won't change these conditions
I'm in Madiba's prison cell
Having a panic attack
Don't look me in the eye right now
Feeling institutionalized right now
Leave me how you found me
If I ain't had risk to hold me down, b
Nobody loves a genius child
Gunned down
Let his spirit run wild
Let his spirit run wild
The land is cursed of karma is real
Bloodlust, dominance and free will
Force fed an upchucked white guilt
On the Cecil Rhodes memorial
??? the point ???
Of the niggeratti
Hard copy
I am not my body
If that bitch feel froggy