King's Spoken Word

Freedom and justice

Happy face but pocket dry

Some fake and many try

Some smile and some cry

The cry wasn't a sad one. It was bittersweet. 

Asante Kotoko (1) forever, but all I could smell was Gobe (2)

The nation was quiet but the mosquitos were loud

So was the rhythm in me when I was dancing Azonto (3)

"Fine boy fine boy", just to see it was my brother 

"The girls want to see you", only to tell them I am about to baptize them with some holy water

It was on this day that I knew I wasn't a human, I was a machine

Excuse me, but you said you were sad

How can a machine be sad

Oh, I see. So you really thought I was a machine. 

Now we want freedom and justice 

Our hearts are cut into slices. They are cooked with onion and spices

while we are still in a phenomenal crisis 

We want freedom and justice

Freedom and justice