Famine

Famine
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Lost in translation
Lost in the beauty of life
Lost in the beauty of rebirth
Tell me who are we;
With fat bellies leading the highway
We chasing coins and skirts
We are afraid to look back
That would tell us exactly who we are
You tell yourself you'll never go back there
You've been there you've got the stained t-shirt to tell a story so sad it's buried
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Do you remember who you've left behind; 
Do you remember who's still at the trenches;
You're not from a dustbin you were born
Mr President are you clean at heart or it's only the White House that's only clean;
Remember my mother cleans it
And your thanks you is to forget about my father left home with the kids
What about my grandfather and grandma;
Mr Taxman who do you pay;
Famine is for who;
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© Lungi Shigo Msusa