Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus