CEP Sefogah - Exploitation Our Frustration Lyrics

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CEP Sefogah

They said our rendition of a tradition was but a limitation of our shallow minded misconceptions
And so they wanted us to meet their expectations by leaving behind our true form of identification
And practice their recommendations through daily meditation

But I ask how?
How can one attain a height of greater elevation without her true origin?
His Origin-Nation
And so it happened that their exploration became our frustration
For they fed on our total submission
Therein they brainwashed us with their religion
Deceiving us that our rendition of a tradition was nothing compared to a religion
For a religion they said
Was a way of life and ours they claimed was a destruction of life
Fueling that fire of deception
They told us to renounce and reject our ancestors
Break any form of link we have with them
For our ancestors they claimed were devilish
But you see, Our ancestors were once black and we too are black
Our ancestors once walked these lands that we too walk now
So if our ancestors were devilish
Does that not make the sons and daughters of the devil too?

Bear in mind, all that those who reject their ancestors today
Will one day be rejected by their descendants
Should they journey to the after-life
You see they know this
And so they protect the legacies and the memories of theirs
They have built powerful and lasting memories in honour of them
They have even succeeded in convincing us to name ours after them
And so you see a handsome African boy
He is called Prince
His best friend is called Charles and the other is called Dickens
So I ask, is it Prince Charles or Charles Dickens?
You see a pretty African lady and she goes by the name Queen
A beautiful name of course
But when her best friend is called Elizabeth and the other is called Victoria
Again I begin to wonder
Is it Queen Elizabeth or Queen Victoria?

You see, let the drums of our cultural identity play from here
That it may be heard from afar
And let us once more dance in recession to the sankofa tunes of time
For gone are the days when men were men and women were won by men who deserved them
Where the true beauty of an African woman was measured in virtues and values
Not in make-ups
No wonder today our men marry
Only to wake up and break up
Because they fell in love with the make-up
And our people are in a constant hurry
To depart from their culture
When actually we were a race as wild as lions
Yet as calm as lambs

Now, our people hurry pass their own culture with faces buried down
Their trust in who they are
Has been replaced with shame and pride
And tradition has almost vanished in our land
You see the dead have played their part
The unborn, they are yet to play theirs
And we the living now is the time to play ours
And we must play it well
For whatever we do the unborn will hold us accountable
The dead will hold us answerable
And We the living
Our names will long be forgotten

So let us rise and stand as a people
Knowing that their exploration has let to our frustration
(Ayeeei ei)
Megborna