ADATSI BROWNSON

It's not my fault I'm a goat Who bleats through the throat It's not my fault I'm black So they expect me to always reside in the dark When I appear in the light They say I'm in for a fight The fact is I'm not fake I don't drink from the cup of hypocrisy Im comfortable eating the manger's delicacy I know I'm black Yet I'm not cloth in rag Hmm! I see many white sheep I laugh in disguise Because  they live in pretence I'm an angel in demonic attire My environment caused it Don't give me the blame Accept me as I am I am a black Goat Found among white painted sheep Even when I come in peace They try to break me in pieces I thought you will accept me Nurture me with your method of assimilation But nil on the score board I am a black Goat But I don't chew black cedi I look like  a hawk But I don't harvest chicks I grew with the feature Depending on the future Why will my approach Be a reproach To ...

What I seek, isn't what they seek Violence is the only thing they can leak Showbiz is the language I speak Not Violence! I am doodling plain so you can perceive The image within which they couldn't receive But hiding under pretence tent, just to deceive My approach, a friendly approach His approach, a complete reproach Can't we laugh again? 20 years of honoring pure talent And I intend to show the difference The thin line between showbiz and humanity Oh! Disappointment is pointing fingers at me For trying to portray love And sending a peace message down that lane A message ! A message to tell the world we made it We made it We both performed the CPR And gave life to this industry We gave them a reason to love And support this art. Why allow a common gun To destroy this peaceful event A Record was in the pipeline Just like the Imam in Church You allowed a man controlled weapon You gave it enough power to control you And you destroyed th...

A government against corruption With corrupt armed men  Fighting corrupt mere men With corrupt mindset. Criticisms from the west Coming from oppositions Hiding under the umbrella of a bird A bird with corrupt feathers Covering their corrupt skulls. Dirty political skeletons Drained of morality and purity Adoring crimes hiding under the license of impunity And yet, fighting for authority Authority to fill their hungry ribs with flesh_ They joined hands and threw soap In our iris and gave us siri for guidance And then mislead us to a crossroad Of democratic muahaha and moyoyo See them in sheep's clothing Portraying to be lambs from the creator Seeking to protect us from the perpetrator Feeding us with sugar - coated kpakpo shito Telling us to enjoy our candy Don't soft- soaped us We have the periodic table Of elements, telling who's who. Tell me Who is corrupt? Ghana's Own Poet © Adatsi Brownson      The PenmAn