Take my license, steal my soul,
Throw me in a cold, dark hole.
13 doors all painted red,
They say it never existed, "Baba it's all in your head".
Mama said she's here but on the other side,
Mama said there's fear, insurgents gotta die.
Mama we don't know what we've all become,
Cause your son's so numb to what they've all done
We are dissidents.
The coup is imminent.
Lose your discipline.
Nyayo is sickening.
Mwakenya this, Mwakenya that,
They said it's over my children, it's Arap.
Sitting comfy right there on a fat man's lap,
Feeds me crumbs so I'm numb to that stacked bag.
While you lay on the ground, they move big across town,
Campaigns that you can't escape that same old sound.
Government's loving it while we clapping hands raising flags,
New faces to leave em blameless, no changes and that's facts.
We are dissidents.
The coup is imminent.
Lose your discipline.
Nyayo is sickening.
Fuck em all
We love em all
We are dissidents.
The coup is imminent.
Lose your discipline.
Nyayo is sickening.
Fuck em all
We love em all