SPOKENWORD – The Divine Bandit™

Puffed paths pass through a rich man’s gut.
Starved stars strut in poetic poverty and sass.
Ni ngori kwa head man anayefanya kazi kupata head rest.
But the chief point remains the existence of a cozy nest.
May we borrow in unity but pay individual taxes.
Piecing together redials of liberty from missed texts.
Figurative language becoming reality to fit in boxes.
Ticks for the win as they suck through our losses.

Perfect pal pats the back that soon receives the kicks.
As past proverbs find the man at the mic through teary sums.
Bas bas bas… mwanaume tulia hakuna haja ya kutense.
Rebuilt bridges burn taking down those on the fence.
Liars are firm as they fill tills for they believe the words they say.
The victims perpetually disillusioned when they finally have their day.
A bite of the national dessert where everyone wants to pick a bone.
Few want to work for the home yet everyone wants the throne.

Puff puff pass the responsibility requires a dose of bluntness.
That’s why we intercede but never have the time to confess.
Wasi wasi ukipata utaambiwa uinue macho kwa clouds.
Building speed tracks in the air in search of a higher ground.
The snaking smoke gifts vivid dreams from night terrors.
Cursing the waking hours with the weight of a turn of errors
Entangled in a web of our choices that sometimes makes us sensitive.
Memory evaporating when reminded our voices are truly representative.

In the end we smash the mirror to avoid our reflections; forgetting we are all sinners under the tree of our selections.

Divine is the calling you have received.
Ngartia can’t you see what we’ve got here.
They feed on our sweat and Tear Drops
And they are still spreading hii Ebola na Virusi Mbaya.
We are no more than street kids, sisi ndio fans na ‘Dorphan’ can attest.
Kibali hata ukikasirikika kubali wewe wafaa kuwa mmoja wa shepherds.
Maji haifiki kwa Slum na bado twajiita Wafalme
Wanadisrespect our ladies wakisahau mungu wetu ni Msooh.
Get down sio kumaanisha tudance bali ni kuhepa bullets.
Mistari zetu haziwaumi na ndio maana Veon yuajaribu kugusa Zion.
It’s time we stood up and demanded Samo accountability.
Rights wataka na bado umejificha kwa kushoto.
Umelalia FlowflaNi na sakafu wailamba.
Utapashwa moto na Kuni Mbichi moshi itafanya hata G-cho Pevu lilie.
Hujapewa talanta ndio uikalie.
Ndio Mungu Yunasi na Imani itatupeleka mbali.
Wewe ni Mwafrika na ni sawa uko na ‘Black Skillz’.
Lakini wewe si mtumwa wewe ni Jemedari.
Mufasa tusonge mbele haraka kwa kimombo wasema Move Faster.
Na hii baridi bado wanaitisha more fire sijui tuta Blaze
Lazima uyapange unayoyataka, ikiwezekana hata unaweza Sketch.
Ambia serikali, walafi na wakorofi hii ni Nnoiz necessary.
The necessity of our abilities has given us a chance to be heroes.
We do not have to be like Zorro, El Poet has the same pen skills.
Yes they will attack us, they will incarcerate us and a few more might Dayan.
They will divide you into tribes, tell you Man-njoro is not your own and make him your Nemesis.
But you shall not be alone, more will come yaani Monaja.
Mola atatusaidia ndio tutawapiga hiyo Checkmate.
Huu ndio wasaa wa kuuliza Kwani? Na tutaanzia WAPI.
Kilio cha Wanjiku chaitikwa na Sauti ya Fatuma.
Usifuate nyuki Asali imeshafichwa.
Afadhali you become the Poeticbee.
Float your wordplay, sting with your truths.
Misri haturudi Tena.
Sitaulizia jina langu tena oh Nana ndio nitaimba nikiwangoja.
Sina haja ya Shukrani kwa kuwaangazia hii Nuru.
NumberEight haitafika Kibra, yatuelekeza kwa siku njema iliyoko na wali bora.
Fikra zisikusumbue bora sisi wote tuwe InThync.
Jela zikifunguliwa na mrushwe ndani.
Wakiuliza nani aliwafunza kuimba juu ya kuiba toka kwa matapeli.
Waelekeze kwa jambazi mkuu, nitawafahamisha kuwa mimi ni Bandit.