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Dis Song for Zvigananda.

Yo,
They suit up in ties, but their words full of lies,
Shake hands for the cameras, behind closed doors they connive.
Talk about “the people,” but they pockets the prize,
Every promise they deliver got a devil in disguise.

You eat steak at the table, we starving in the street,
Raise taxes on the poor, but your friends get a seat.
Preach hope in the daylight, deal dirt in the night,
Claim power for the people but you sold us for a price.

Chorus:
Zvigananda play the game, but the rules ain’t fair,
We the ones in the struggle, you don’t even care.
Paper over people, greed over need,
You water down justice while the people still bleed.

Second Verse:
Elections every cycle, same script, same show,
Flash smiles for the crowd, then the truth stay low.
Ride in black cars, while we hustle for the fare,
You promise “better future,” but we still stuck here.

Your speeches are rehearsed, your compassion is fake,
You sell out your nation for a slice of the cake.
When history gets written, best believe it’ll say,
That the people rose up, and you got swept away.