SORROWFUL BLOOD ( Among others)

OH AMERICA
Oh oh oh America!
Oh oh oh America!
American
My father's land
Oh oh oh America !
Americans is my loving country

Americans the home of peace and love
Americans the destination of harmonies
oh oh oh America!
Oh oh oh America!
America,
America is my country

The eagles Bird that drive the success of democracy
Americans, America
The good place to live
The image of war front that sad a golden chairs

oh oh oh America!
The destination of civilization
The homes of public mercy
Oh oh oh America, America!
The open breath and reasoning to the world
Oh oh oh America, America
An ostrich birth that position outspoken to the
enternal white and black continents

Destination abide with confidential star's
Braves, courageous and determined
Oh oh oh American!
Coperation, unity and trust
For i was bless by many childrens
for they are there to respect the whole world
Americans people's with one Faith, trustworthy and shearful minds

The green flower that feed the whole world
The first sunset that bright the eyes of uncivilized
Oh oh oh American, American!
My nobles city that was destined
Gifted and love by God

Oh oh oh American, American!
Gifted by Hero and Heroin
Oh oh oh American!
by good people's with a strong determine
American is my father's land.

OUR GLORY OUR CULTURE
our Culture, our glory to be cherish
Our Culture , our glory ought to be honour
Our Culture, our glory to be embraced

Oh African, buity homes of solid tradition
with a strong people's of desertmine
The strong continent by Camelion identification
African, abide by the confidential heart,
With rigid pillar to transform

Sometime the wild blew and scatter the Bird of the sky to pay For dry land
For the ostrich bird proclaim , the glory of tradition lost away
The culture been buried, and now eyes open
Children can no long listen to the whistles of their parent

Along the street, they claim wise around,
Beside the wall, they dance a secrete plan, like black monkey
What about? Civilization takes away our glory
Will recall to sense, what our senile hero's planted
Things is no more like this, receiving civilization lost our culture
Receiving civilization kill our glory,
Recieving civilization transform the state of living

Oh African , African, my father land
Kookabora singing cry to the God , African
glory is dying of hunger, need to feed with redress
Lot dies in the East and West, for taking bad side of culture and tradition

Need to wake up and show the world what we are
Need to embrace the and light of the African glory
Need to communication to our root to change the continent
Need to act, out of left hand child
For the black world we are need to be cherish

Wake up to light the candle of obedient to culture and tradition
Wake up, culture our identity of humanity.



COCK AND PIGEON MESSAGE " LEADERS"
Everytimes, every hours,every seconds
and season of life
We choose to inherit open and close, the weather of timer
Pigeon are my friend from the beginnings of the creation
It hardly to differentiate between flesh complexion ,
No disparity from stroungle and suffer, all lambasted and cover by acrimony

No journey for hope
Children, people's and relative has been sacrificed through landmine
Neighbours and colleagues gone far lacerate, state of living completed to be jungles
to desert
Are we not be the only one remained?
If we cannot fight for our right, duties and obligation from lioness
animal act the desert king warrior

Oh no ! We manage to locate from anguish to an igloo, yet to improve an
ebullient is an abscond in the world
Pigeon my best kin friend
Let our feather flog together fo them to realize silence season is ahead
The oppression made us to run kooks
Our knuckles and wing burn to sashes , face completely signs for kookabura
Hot bird and massacre be our morning witness

Great pity!
Elephant, Lion, buffalo, Tiger, and wolf walk hot position for freedom
Just has they thought, blind has not regains their "sighted"
we know and hard it what they put on success
Those present been blunt through unwise ridiculous character that fetch
little insect nothing than to confront judgment in the script room ,
Their tooth and tongue has been a filibuster waiting for their children's
inherit
For the side bone like coins of shile for layman's to feed
In the parliament, their thoughts is solution,
No suggestion is useful, but call the desert a free area, an audacity and temerity
of individuals act.





IMAGE WOSHIPER IDOL
Walk and walk, the four corner rejected the trespassing
Women are crying , wailing for the sacrifice of three junction

Walk and walk
Men are shouting a terrible voice from tick forest
What wailing for, when the ancestors accuse the community for transpired
behaviour, for requesting a blood of the three fresh baby
Man opinions claimed zero for neglected the animal blood dropped

Thing turn upside down
Man hang themselves at backyards wasted soul's

What wailing for?
Children turn to orphan, half is perish
The vegetables weak, season got exhausted, All walk dullard and covered
and fed up slough
Let garther and offers our deities
Walk and walk for day and night searching for possible ways
The sketch man tender a sizzle food to the centre corner of "ORO" land
Pleading for slough recovery of the life that gone silently.


SORROWFUL BLOOD
Blood upon blood from our vain
Through their coercive order they mistreat us badly
In the deserts, will been Chase out and denied us our father homes
No accessibility to nature gift

Wound upon wound on our face
Everyday and night , our carrier had no hope
No signs proclaiming paean
For the tilent and ambitious home fed up weeping
Certificate is of no use to the sheep
Yearly, insect and wolf dug ground for opportunities
Only with their societies members they give slot
Days and night, poor insect could not interpreted
the taste of hardships they experience

Wound upon wound on our face
They passed through a nobble road and feed with silver's spoon
They enjoyed the education of their best carriers and back with their trickish
sense to rule us

Wound upon wound on our face
Our face been brush by teasel leaf
Under their tweedle dum and tweedle dee, by staying power till they silent
Move from one place to other like pye_dog
By their palmistry document they decieve us
Yet, they obliged us to do more
The land sense of fertile but the weed could not give crops
access to self motivation

Wound upon wound on our face
With their obstructive behaviours

Wound upon wound on our face
If our ears can't hard it, our eyes could not see their darkness seeds they planted
But the Shinto of our time will speak for our set free.












OH AMERICA
Oh oh oh America!
Oh oh oh America!
American
My father's land
Oh oh oh America !
Americans is my loving country

Americans the home of peace and love
Americans the destination of harmonies
oh oh oh America!
Oh oh oh America!
America,
America is my country

The eagles Bird that drive the success of democracy
Americans, America
The good place to live
The image of war front that sad a golden chairs

oh oh oh America!
The destination of civilization
The homes of public mercy
Oh oh oh America, America!
The open breath and reasoning to the world
Oh oh oh America, America
An ostrich birth that position outspoken to the
enternal white and black continents

Destination abide with confidential star's
Braves, courageous and determined
Oh oh oh American!
Coperation, unity and trust
For i was bless by many childrens
for they are there to respect the whole world
Americans people's with one Faith, trustworthy and shearful minds

The green flower that feed the whole world
The first sunset that bright the eyes of uncivilized
Oh oh oh American, American!
My nobles city that was destined
Gifted and love by God

Oh oh oh American, American!
Gifted by Hero and Heroin
Oh oh oh American!
by good people's with a strong determine
American is my father's land.

OUR GLORY OUR CULTURE
our Culture, our glory to be cherish
Our Culture , our glory ought to be honour
Our Culture, our glory to be embraced

Oh African, buity homes of solid tradition
with a strong people's of desertmine
The strong continent by Camelion identification
African, abide by the confidential heart,
With rigid pillar to transform

Sometime the wild blew and scatter the Bird of the sky to pay For dry land
For the ostrich bird proclaim , the glory of tradition lost away
The culture been buried, and now eyes open
Children can no long listen to the whistles of their parent

Along the street, they claim wise around,
Beside the wall, they dance a secrete plan, like black monkey
What about? Civilization takes away our glory
Will recall to sense, what our senile hero's planted
Things is no more like this, receiving civilization lost our culture
Receiving civilization kill our glory,
Recieving civilization transform the state of living

Oh African , African, my father land
Kookabora singing cry to the God , African
glory is dying of hunger, need to feed with redress
Lot dies in the East and West, for taking bad side of culture and tradition

Need to wake up and show the world what we are
Need to embrace the and light of the African glory
Need to communication to our root to change the continent
Need to act, out of left hand child
For the black world we are need to be cherish

Wake up to light the candle of obedient to culture and tradition
Wake up, culture our identity of humanity.



COCK AND PIGEON MESSAGE " LEADERS"
Everytimes, every hours,every seconds
and season of life
We choose to inherit open and close, the weather of timer
Pigeon are my friend from the beginnings of the creation
It hardly to differentiate between flesh complexion ,
No disparity from stroungle and suffer, all lambasted and cover by acrimony

No journey for hope
Children, people's and relative has been sacrificed through landmine
Neighbours and colleagues gone far lacerate, state of living completed to be jungles
to desert
Are we not be the only one remained?
If we cannot fight for our right, duties and obligation from lioness
animal act the desert king warrior

Oh no ! We manage to locate from anguish to an igloo, yet to improve an
ebullient is an abscond in the world
Pigeon my best kin friend
Let our feather flog together fo them to realize silence season is ahead
The oppression made us to run kooks
Our knuckles and wing burn to sashes , face completely signs for kookabura
Hot bird and massacre be our morning witness

Great pity!
Elephant, Lion, buffalo, Tiger, and wolf walk hot position for freedom
Just has they thought, blind has not regains their "sighted"
we know and hard it what they put on success
Those present been blunt through unwise ridiculous character that fetch
little insect nothing than to confront judgment in the script room ,
Their tooth and tongue has been a filibuster waiting for their children's
inherit
For the side bone like coins of shile for layman's to feed
In the parliament, their thoughts is solution,
No suggestion is useful, but call the desert a free area, an audacity and temerity
of individuals act.





IMAGE WOSHIPER IDOL
Walk and walk, the four corner rejected the trespassing
Women are crying , wailing for the sacrifice of three junction

Walk and walk
Men are shouting a terrible voice from tick forest
What wailing for, when the ancestors accuse the community for transpired
behaviour, for requesting a blood of the three fresh baby
Man opinions claimed zero for neglected the animal blood dropped

Thing turn upside down
Man hang themselves at backyards wasted soul's

What wailing for?
Children turn to orphan, half is perish
The vegetables weak, season got exhausted, All walk dullard and covered
and fed up slough
Let garther and offers our deities
Walk and walk for day and night searching for possible ways
The sketch man tender a sizzle food to the centre corner of "ORO" land
Pleading for slough recovery of the life that gone silently.


SORROWFUL BLOOD
Blood upon blood from our vain
Through their coercive order they mistreat us badly
In the deserts, will been Chase out and denied us our father homes
No accessibility to nature gift

Wound upon wound on our face
Everyday and night , our carrier had no hope
No signs proclaiming paean
For the tilent and ambitious home fed up weeping
Certificate is of no use to the sheep
Yearly, insect and wolf dug ground for opportunities
Only with their societies members they give slot
Days and night, poor insect could not interpreted
the taste of hardships they experience

Wound upon wound on our face
They passed through a nobble road and feed with silver's spoon
They enjoyed the education of their best carriers and back with their trickish
sense to rule us

Wound upon wound on our face
Our face been brush by teasel leaf
Under their tweedle dum and tweedle dee, by staying power till they silent
Move from one place to other like pye_dog
By their palmistry document they decieve us
Yet, they obliged us to do more
The land sense of fertile but the weed could not give crops
access to self motivation

Wound upon wound on our face
With their obstructive behaviours

Wound upon wound on our face
If our ears can't hard it, our eyes could not see their darkness seeds they planted
But the Shinto of our time will speak for our set free.