[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Mkabayi kaJama, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
She gathered all the secret clans within the council space,
To run a dark administrative script across the royal place.
She whispered through the families, she stoked the burning fire,
To trap the fighting legions in the kooi of her desire.
She thought her tactical maneuver was a sovereign, unspent force,
To dictate all the borders on a meedogenloze course.
But the unsworn ministers just smiled upon their trading floor,
Using her toxic strategy to open up the door!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the gold and land while climbing up the stair.
They fed her paranoia with their folders full of lies,
To make sure that the local crown would crumble in their eyes.
Mkabayi believed her machinations were an absolute decree,
A magnificent mechanical power to rule the family tree.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used her shadow networks just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
They let her sow the deep division, let her run the total net,
Recording every broken bond to lock the crowd in debt.
No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain,
Of how the matrix used her envy just to camouflage the chain.
She thought she was the master of her own political play,
But she was just a pop who threw the continent away.
The legions ran by thousands through the dust and through the mud,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...

And they never acted like that again??
and they never acted like that again.??

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The royal councils turn to ash, the iron weapons rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.

My body is a temple, pure from the very start,
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Mkabayi kaJama, Part 2] [Verse 1] She gathered all the secret clans within the council space, To run a dark administrative script across the royal place. She whispered through the families, she stoked the burning fire, To trap the fighting legions in the kooi of her desire. She thought her tactical maneuver was a sovereign, unspent force, To dictate all the borders on a meedogenloze course. But the unsworn ministers just smiled upon their trading floor, Using her toxic strategy to open up the door! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the gold and land while climbing up the stair. They fed her paranoia with their folders full of lies, To make sure that the local crown would crumble in their eyes. Mkabayi believed her machinations were an absolute decree, A magnificent mechanical power to rule the family tree. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used her shadow networks just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They let her sow the deep division, let her run the total net, Recording every broken bond to lock the crowd in debt. No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain, Of how the matrix used her envy just to camouflage the chain. She thought she was the master of her own political play, But she was just a pop who threw the continent away. The legions ran by thousands through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... And they never acted like that again?? and they never acted like that again.?? Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The royal councils turn to ash, the iron weapons rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. My body is a temple, pure from the very start, And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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