DEAD MEN WALKING Save your tears for the rainy day I am not here to sympathize Keep your regrets for judgment day The men on white thrones may empathize I am here to taunt your conscience To vomit your

MONEY Money is a prostitute From one hand to the other The more of her we have The more of her we want We give our all to her She can’t get satisfied We trap her in a bank She flirts with all the bankers

FOOL-ANI Shoot me to death Kill me dear comrade Watch me give out the last breathe Let me die of a familiar blade But lend me some questions for the man on the throne Have we like Egypt, made Israel striver

. Black slave trader Black slave trader, have you no shame? Buying banana from your nephew at traffic jam If he gets knocked down, who is to blame? And you will proudly donate for burial ram Black slave

EVEN WITH A RING ON HER FINGER The last I heard about her was that she was timid, local and uneducated. The last I was told wa that she was a village girl who runs errands for my mother, anticipating my