…….I always knew Africans could run, they’ve beat lions, tigers and bears, even pass deers through your neighborhood squares. Evidently they don’t care about wealth or good health, rather give it away to anybody that wants to stay and eat off the tray Africa has on display. The diamonds, oil, gold and once more, you don’t believe me, just go on tour and explore; you’ll adore what Africa has just on its floors, it ain’t just nuts, but the Africans run away in disgust, leaving all in the dust, run so fast they don’t need to catch a bus; don’t listen to me fuss, check out the wealth France prances back to its borders with no slaughter, and no king has to give up their daughters for a drop of the African wealth, that they leave with in good health. No stealth; they take in broad daylight on a holiday while the monkeys, gazelles and cheetahs watch, cause the spears and shields are just for the mojo no dojo, they give up slow blow, just to become a resident in another mans land, because they see theirs as no mans land.
….The Chinese got them running up hill with a lopsided deal, but they still start cheesing, with that messed up deal.
….when they start running ain’t no catching them, I’m trying to explain to them, this is their motherland with all the wealth and good health, but they swim across the Mediterranean, ain’t no draining them, they damn near stretch from Morocco to Madrid like a squid, can’t keep them under the lid, they gonna escape from paradise if they have to do a heist for a minuscule price. Here come the Russians with an offer, there they go again; running, ka-plow they’re in Moscow trying to make a living selling one cow, after they gave more land up without a hiccup, in a new land without one brick up. Living on the streets for weeks, and still have nowhere to put their feet up.