Rise Up From the Cave
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Rise Up From the Cave
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Caveman
Caveman,curve in thinking,bend in idleness ,twisted in laziness,fooly in hatred.
Drunk with liquor of his concave cave that seems like a continent to him,he thinks shallowly and hollowly.
He detests tourism,it blurs his thinking,blunts his minds.he wines in laziness ,then dines in idleness.
Greediness drives him mad,idleness beats him like a thief caught by the mob.
no little education,a little education less school,pockmarked the little self knowledge he had.
As he idles away his youthfulness in drunkness and waywardness,old age terrifies him befor the mirror.
Wind of want hits him like a disease,hunger drive his brains into self destruct.
He blames foreigner for his poverty,blames tourists for idleness and foreigners for his laziness.
He hates toiling in the factories ,detest toiling the grounds,the wind of armed robbery drives him to attacking tourists.
He wants to get high in beer and whisky ,dance and sing all days,thus he becomes miserable and diseased in poverty.
Drunk with liquor of his concave cave that seems like a continent to him,he thinks shallowly and hollowly.
He wants foreigners to leave his country,but the foreigner must be blacks like him and not his colonial masters.
Blacks are your brothers not your enemies,
Blacks didnt seize your lands,they are your brothers at arms,they fought for you,when the world looked the other way.
While he idles away ,the white hauled mineral resources away in trains.Caveman shys away from whites,but becomes bold with blacks.
He wants to get high in beer and whisky ,dance and sing all days,thus he becomes miserable and diseased in poverty.
Blacks are your brothers not your enemies,
Blacks didnt seize your lands,they are your brothers at arms,they fought for you,when the world looked the other way.
You're drunk on empty promises and lies
Your cave feels like a world but it's a prison in disguise
Laziness and greed have chained your soul
Your mirror shows a man who's lost all hope
You blame the world for what you won't become
But brother, the power's in your hands, not in a gun,not xenophobia ,hard drugs ,violence against foreigners.
Rise up, rise up from the cave
You're wasting youth on whisky and on pride
While opportunities pass by your side
Tour the grounds, burage
Turn from destruction, write a better page
