Meeting On The Hill

A hand up brother, a free man's gift we can share this summit in a handshake it's barren; nothing to steal here or take, there's no dividing line, African Rift, nothing here to fight over and conquer 'So, let us parley with one another as if we're two kings' and discuss Sulphur ore and lumber, and who is the squatter? And spin a revolver; I own Ghana, you, Tanzania, I Mozambique whose women are beautiful and mystique. We will fight for Sudan-the-Savanna one-day-soon I will kill you, blood brother. Steal your wives and make them my lover.