Mbusya Wa Mbusya Biography

I refuse the gospel of white versus black,
I refuse the idea that african god is a quack,
And that the genuine god looks like a white,
And that white is representative of right,
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Know, if, there are steps on the grass, it's mine
Slow, listen, if you hear heart throb, it's mine,
Flow, on, till you miss me to point of tears,
Throw, every caution and pick what matters
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Please come home,
Tis heart's now a boom,
For kiss once again,
Regardless of the pain
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I left the new clothes in my hut,
I wore a tattered jeans and a hat,
My first step almost broke my heart,
The oxen of Joe pulled me in a cart.
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I'M LONELY😔
When I missed her,
I wrote her a poem,
But she was so far,
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