He’s just a french white Mauritian
going on his mission
A French white Mauritian,
following his desicion.

Social upper crust, a kingdom build on dust,
lies and former glory - oh no! man, i’m sorry.
thats not the way i’m drinkin’
thats not the way, we’re thinkin’
thats not the i am
you gotta understand
if you kill a brother,
cuz his color is another,
no, man i can’t bother,
about you french white mauritians
going on your missions,
you french mauritians
following your desicions.

White Dirt swimming on top,
a thightass liars mob,
you hold each others balls
and in your way it rolls,
and if you want to reproduce,
you find it is no use
for, your island it is small,
and you live behind your wall,
so there’s degenerated genes,
in these families of means
for you are prisonbound
and those, genes aren’t easy found

Those are those french white mauritians
going on their missions
the French white mauritians
following their desicions
They whine and dine the Prez,
and they couldn’t care less.
if the countries in a rut
at least you make your cut.

and as one man, you’re standing in a line
and you sing you’re rhyme.
and you fart your tune
the rhythm goes for doom.

Me dames, et Messiours

(a choir would sing if i’d had one…
instead bad whistling
if there was a band a punk-polka frenzy would ensu
some more….)

"Le Mauricien - 03FWM"
by DoDoNuveaux

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