This mountain of my ancestors has lost its height
It has stooped too low for its own comfort
Political pimps pimp their hoes on it
They rhyme to woo these hoes
Hoes with no self esteem
Hoes with no where to go
Hoes who would believe anything
Hoes who would believe anyone
Hoes looking for a father figure
Hoes-the ignorant masses






See these pimps call themselves leaders
Shinning suits with boots to match
Fancy cars which can't be touched
Golden chains and bling bling
Big mansions with security gadgets
Flashy this and flashy that
Game is money and money is game
Politics is now politricks
Political pimps game perfected
On the back of these hoes






Damn these politicians are clever
It's all about the money honey
Ain't nothing funny about that
They would come around every 4 years
They would promise you this
And promise me that
They would promise you heaven
Because you are too naive not to believe
They would tell you a joke
But the joke would be on you








52 years of self rule
What have we got
Nothing
Our Kids study under trees
Our hospitals don't have medicine
Our jobs don't pay us much
Our education system is a failure
52 years in a political pimp's paradise
What have we become
Nothing but hoes for political pimps to pimp