By Tikum Mbah Azonga
If at all anyone has known the hard life
It is this me, caught as I am
Between a rock and a hard place
For what haven`t I done or condoned?
I irked out a living from dustbins abandoned by the man from Fyffe
I was used as canon fodder to dynamite a dam in Oklahoma
For a single farthing in Oregon, I was made to buy and sell stale lace
So, how much more should I have condoned?
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