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Drivin Streets of Nairobi, Too many deceased
Starin' at the slums with $100 shoes on my feet
Look for a way out, plenty of religion
Steal from a Mzungu get basic livin' conditions
I see through the smog, soccer balls, of plastic bags
I feel bad, bein' the life that they never had
Work ethic don't matter don't got the support
Birth control don't work so people try to abort
But can't if babies don't die during birth in the gutter
Put inside an orphanage adopted by Mzungu mothers
What Mzungu loves a ghetto kid, other way around
Time we unite every slum and every town
How can I feel guilty of what my face has done
How can I not feel guilty of what my race has done
Sicka separation, what is this insanity, must turn my regrets
Right into philanthropy
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No black no white only humanity
Must be comfortable with the cards my skin has handed me
Wonder if there'll be a day, the people will join
Mzungu tourism excelling the economy, to a point
Mzungus ridin' cabs, Mzungus makin' me mad
Mzungus have doxycycline, the locals don't have
Mzungus can't see beyond the box they've built
Feel no guilt, been the root to millions k**ed
But Mzungus can't do nothin in countries they don't know
World is ruled by money, so most don't grow
And Mzungus the ones buildin' primitive hospitals
Must be comfortable that who I am is God's fiddle
And there are people who care, who knew
So I'm not embarra**ed to be a Mzungu
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