Kiranga
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- Jan 29, 2009
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Kikwete has got to go, but who is the replacement ?
Don't leave the first floor, and sink lower than basement
The whole leadership acts like it's on a tourist visa
Living it up like Caesar's Ibiza
More base propaganda than Tambwe Hizza
The geezers, Jesus ! what crowd appeasers
Surely Slaa is a star, but bound for supernovae
And Lipumba, it's time to move over
The rest of fender benders, I am not sure I remember
And neither will most people by the first of November
Carcasses in circuses, so gladiatory
Imagery is base I 'fess, but it's the truth, I'm sorry
Political ambitions for nothing but glory
And the fight they put up is nothing but gory
If it wasn't for the gravity I'm sure I'd be snoring
To a thinking person that's nothing but boring
The paperchase is nothing but whoring
With their baseless polling, ear splitting bawling
And photo ops for brownie points scoring
The new drug is a massive fanatical adoring
But seriously, how do we vote ?
Who is "we" you ask, but a distorting thought to tote
The opposition needs a trot, CCM is a rot
The chronicler's blot plots, democracy? abort ?
Shall we decrease the ruler's margin, and support the pageant ?
Or sit it out, and organize our sergeants?
Scrutinizing imperial budgets, inflitrating their agents
Cleaning their acts like fresh detergent
Sitting out is out the question, that's abdicating
And I am for obligating the advocating
Politics is, the get rich quick career
For the new buccaneers and their bait and switch arrears
La Costra Nostra, literally "La Famiglia"
Kinda like "stay out the arena if you're not from here"
Rival gangs, fending their turfs
With legal drug money, they are selling that puff
Whether "Maisha bora.." or "Universal education"
It's the matriculation of mental masturbation
Or rather graduation of power manipulation
By the vultures with no culture
Who can't picture this scripture from the lyrical teacher
To be continued
Don't leave the first floor, and sink lower than basement
The whole leadership acts like it's on a tourist visa
Living it up like Caesar's Ibiza
More base propaganda than Tambwe Hizza
The geezers, Jesus ! what crowd appeasers
Surely Slaa is a star, but bound for supernovae
And Lipumba, it's time to move over
The rest of fender benders, I am not sure I remember
And neither will most people by the first of November
Carcasses in circuses, so gladiatory
Imagery is base I 'fess, but it's the truth, I'm sorry
Political ambitions for nothing but glory
And the fight they put up is nothing but gory
If it wasn't for the gravity I'm sure I'd be snoring
To a thinking person that's nothing but boring
The paperchase is nothing but whoring
With their baseless polling, ear splitting bawling
And photo ops for brownie points scoring
The new drug is a massive fanatical adoring
But seriously, how do we vote ?
Who is "we" you ask, but a distorting thought to tote
The opposition needs a trot, CCM is a rot
The chronicler's blot plots, democracy? abort ?
Shall we decrease the ruler's margin, and support the pageant ?
Or sit it out, and organize our sergeants?
Scrutinizing imperial budgets, inflitrating their agents
Cleaning their acts like fresh detergent
Sitting out is out the question, that's abdicating
And I am for obligating the advocating
Politics is, the get rich quick career
For the new buccaneers and their bait and switch arrears
La Costra Nostra, literally "La Famiglia"
Kinda like "stay out the arena if you're not from here"
Rival gangs, fending their turfs
With legal drug money, they are selling that puff
Whether "Maisha bora.." or "Universal education"
It's the matriculation of mental masturbation
Or rather graduation of power manipulation
By the vultures with no culture
Who can't picture this scripture from the lyrical teacher
To be continued