[Bridge – Hardcore Bars: Conversation of Generals – Part I]
(Ibrahim Traoré):
I don’t march for medals, I march for the kids,
Whose dreams got buried where the colonist lives.
I spit like Sankara in a digital age,
Rewriting the system, blood on the page.
They gave us crumbs, so we grew our bread,
Now we feeding nations off the truths they dread.
My soldiers don’t flinch, they pray then ride,
We defend our soil with a rebel’s pride.
Africa ain’t poor — just strategically robbed,
They label us chaos, but we built from God.
I ain’t a puppet, I cut the strings,
Burkina rise, while the West panics and clings.
(Mohamed Adan Dahir):
Somaliland lion, untamed and raw,
Been through famine, war, yet I still want more.
Not for gold, but for justice to flow,
So no child sleep with an empty glow.
We don’t beg West for a stamp or name,
We bleed for peace in a rigged-up game.
I speak for the ones who the world erased,
Whose history burnt but spirit replaced.
My ancestors whisper in the desert wind,
"Rise, Mohamed, let the truth begin."
I lead with fire, I talk with grace,
But I’ll die before I let ‘em disgrace my place.
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[Bridge – Conversation of Generals – Part II]
(Ibrahim Traoré):
They sanction my path, but my soul immune,
They can’t kill light with a Western tune.
I don’t do handshakes with snakes in suits,
I’d rather dig roots where my people shoot.
Burkina is blood, not a brand to sell,
So I burn contracts with the tongue of hell.
No IMF, no puppet loan,
We break chains with flesh and bone.
Tell Goliath we coming, tell Caesar too,
Africa’s breathin' and she’s breakin' through.
(Mohamed Adan Dahir):
Let me echo that from my side of sand,
Where hyenas plot with a foreign hand.
But I move with ghosts of the ones they killed,
Every verse I spit is a grave they filled.
I built from ashes, my scars don’t lie,
I lead in silence when the vultures fly.
This is for Sudan, for Mali, for Chad,
For the mothers who lost what little they had.
For the youth in the slums still holdin’ dreams,
While the elite drink life in corrupted streams.
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[Bridge – Unified Hook: The Generals Speak]
(Both – roaring call-and-response style):
Traoré: This is war for peace, not peace for sale—
Mohamed: This is roots that rise where empires fail.
Traoré: No compromise — we arm with mind—
Mohamed: No colonized heart will trap our kind.
Traoré: Speak revolution in every verse—
Mohamed: Heal the continent, reverse the curse.
(Together):
From Burkina Faso to the Horn’s terrain,
We flood the world with an African flame.
This ain’t just pride — this is prophecy,
Two generals, one soul, one legacy.
Ibrahim Traoré):
We bled on soil where they drew fake lines,
Now we unify stars in the sky’s designs.
They gave us maps soaked in theft and lies,
But we draw new borders with the people’s cries.
Power ain’t palace — it’s boots in mud,
It’s youth in the street spillin' truth in blood.
My tongue’s a bullet, my heart’s a drum,
Africa rise — we ain’t done.
(Mohamed Adan Dahir):
We lead.
Mohamed
