Oyile Javan

  Used to be a footnote On the periodic table Now am such a big deal Cars,Jets,Aeroplanes Claim am the future Without me there's no communication Samsung,Apple,Huawei All go under Yet am on the back Of an eleven year old Daily, Breaking and shifting Harsh supervisors Illegal mines Nobody cares for the environment And labor laws Profit flows Death calls Western economies grow Multinationals acquire me Through third parties now So don't wanna face Criticism of child exploitation head-on huh? Rather be the 4 star general Directing activities from HQ With medieval tools and poor ventilation They smell death,firsthand Poverty reigns where  they from But once I enter the market as a battery cell Quarterly profits jump To a record high on the dough jones When will I ever benefit my source

  Tenth hour eleventh hour Doesn't matter Still time filling my cup Till it runneth over My hearts cabinets Full of secrets Love the major benefactor So many veins of pain So many arteries of hope Filling into an aorta of expectations Still hoping I got this Always remember Nothing happens to you Everything happens for you So enjoy your cup as it lasts This is life.

  I choose to live free n rest in peace Dressed in Che's war fatigue And a beard as a memento Just waiting for an AK to be complete Been stealing my shit my entire life In the name of democracy I choose autocracy as a memoir I am gonna live by the ballot Or the buĺet friend

  A century has passed A millenium might Still lying in this glass box Far from home I am aware My clan awaits It's soul berefit With souls ripped Just to carry my soul away My brothers are on display too In all famous European cities London ,Berlin,Milan,Copenhagen You name it Curators guilty by association Eager to give a Eurocentric view of us  Smiling sheepishly,Shamelessly Displaying wanton robbery and deceit The spirit of my ancestors awaits To avenge this vile act All I ask for is you return me home Is that too much to ask?

High like a tornado Wishing my expensive thoughts Calm down like Wall Street After the 2008 bubble Crazy for success Like a Mustang auctioned Out of recession Am still a wild horse Untamable yet too sassy To belong to the streets People call me names 'Cept my emotions darker than a hobbit's hair Betting my hopes on this gambit called life Smoking each day a joint Hopping a new strain will arise From the ashes of the darkest nights Ushering in White knights in every shape and form Of brighter days yet to come.

 You come to my home Impose your religion Call my culture backward Condemn my children to slavery And our women to servitude Yet now you have the guts To appropriate epithets of my language Hakuna matata,bodaboda,simba... The list is long With no shame Now they are yours You forgot they were once Backward The nerve Your inconsistent decisions Cannot be questioned Coz afterall whenever you immigrate to Africa You are an expert Woe unto me if I came to your Land of milk and honey I'll be labelled,an immigrant Upon arrival And treated like a piece of shit Yet here I put you on a pedestal Like a trophy wife Not a mistake though Coz you major in trophy hunting.