The first lorry load of cocoa
Cotton
Coffee
Loading our soil
Our hard work in exchange for coins
Butter trade
I remember how we embraced colonialism
We thought you were our brothers
Cleverly you have divided us
We have perfected neocolonialism
Like wine we have got better with time
Mastered the technique
Now through airspace you have taken our people
My people have sold their birth right
They wanna...
Look
feel
dress
Act like you