Simba.

I am African, where originality is manufactured so naturally
Where Asa asked us to tell her who is responsible for what  we teach our children.
Because our conscious, subconsciously tells us that we do not contribute to the flame of the fire on the mountain.

I saw the fire from a distance.
You thought that is was the  sun didn't you.

They made fear compulsory,
They burned images at the back of our heads about how we quench our thirsts with our mothers tears,
How we peruse in the soil full of death, How we are designed babies strictly made for exploitation.

They burned the night for whispering to the sleeping,
They burned our utopias, life lessons,
They probably burned how bad sex was last night, our flaws, our imperfections.
They burned our Utopias
And they burned our elephant memories too because remember that you had already forgot that I mentioned that it burned our utopias?  
Simba remember when you thought it was the sun?

The fire sparked that dreams are illegal in the ghetto.
The fire sparked that times are just too damn hard for a negro
The fire uses the word negro
And the fact that we still take offence to that does that mean that we are the neo that didn't grow?

It denotes  my consciousness
Because for some awkward reason it burns our wealth and makes the King of poverty lay down with  His crown made of thorns and shattered homes

I saw the fire from a distance
Remember?
Remember when I saw the fire from a distance?
You Simba, You really thought that it was the fucking sun didn't you?