Best Of Both Worlds - Kante

In the wee hours of the morning

When everything is still

I lay staring at the darkness

Trying to find the will

Only to be plagues

By roaches, scorpions and mice

Not to mention politics

That’s a big cockatrice

The light became morning

The morning became day

Speaking for myself

I wish the darkness had stayed

The morning become evening

The sun is going down

But equality and justice

Is nowhere to be found

Of all this place

I’ve had my fill

Even in the wee hours of the morning

When everything is still