I am a kaffir

Am a kaffir

They have murdered my state of being as its bleed
They drained my blood to indulge their greed
Hate me for what I am and what I will forever be
After forcing me to dance for their music of hatred
Even on silence I can still hear cries of kaffirs
Blasting guns, locking jails and freely laughing boors
And then I dance coz am a kaffir

They took my life and gave me these bunch of jukebox rights
Imposed the pictures of my strongly built intellectual palace as inferior in their sight
Chased me out of my house and placed me in these ghetto streets covered with blanket of snow
Many years eating in garbage bins with dogs
And when the giant groaned in 1994
They jumped off the top and asked for hug and kiss, "what's for?"
But I've forgave em coz am kaffir

You scared of me you bloody boors
You scared of my inner weapons that I haven't yet used against you cruel bastards
You jealous of my wealth, Silver, Gold, Diamond and Coals, that your siblings even enslaved our brother and sisters for
To you its something that you can kill for but me I don't value it a lot
Coz I am kaffir I was made with the mixture of it all
Am a kaffir, what are you?