Intro – Low synth, dark bass, war drums in the back] (Lion – commanding voice, echo FX) To the leaders of the West… This ain’t hate — it’s clarity. We’re not beggin’ no more. We’re takin' back breath. This letter comes sealed in pride. Signed: The African Youth. Delivered by The Lion of Africa. Let’s go— --- [Verse 1 – No Hook, Just Heat] Dear West — you built off our pain, Now we march through fire, unchained. From the Horn to the coast, we awake, No more crumbs on a silver plate. Kept us in bonds with your slick contracts, IMF debt and them oil extract. But listen here — that game is done, We the children of the dust and sun. No fear in our eyes, just flame, We come for respect, not fame. You want gold? We want peace. You want power? We want release. Kept our fathers on their knees, Now our sons rise like kings with keys. --- [Verse 2 – Flow Switch, Grime Bounce In] You built your towers on African backs, Now we rise with no strings, no tracks. We the youth — no more sell-out deals, We the voice that the silence feels. Brixton bass with a Niger roar, Zulu drums in a London war. Tired of your aid that poisons slow, Smiles on top, but beneath — we know. Your politics? All theatre moves, While we starved, you sipped, unmoved. But now we knock — not ask — to speak, Our roots too deep, our pride too bleak. --- [Verse 3 – Relentless Delivery, Bar After Bar] We want schools, not your guns, We want light, not the weight of sons. We want dreams that don’t die young, We want songs that ain't unsung. We want land, clean air, fresh grain, We want more than survival and pain. We want truth taught in the books, Not “discovery” — when you looted looks. We want visas without shame, We want borders that know our name. We want trades on equal terms, Not schemes where the vulture returns. --- [Verse 4 – Final Warning, Voice of a Continent] So give way — let us pass, Or we’ll move through like shattered glass. The lion don’t kneel, it roars, And we ain't knockin' no broken doors. This ain’t a threat — it’s a vow, Africa is ours now. So keep your aid, your rules, your lies, We walk with thunder in our skies. You had your time, now step aside, We rise — unified with pride. This letter ends, but the march goes on, Signed with sweat, struggle… and dawn. With all due respect — The Lion of Africa, Speaking for every barefoot dreamer, every hungry heart, And every African child ready to fly. Verse 5 – The Breakpoint] You looted gold, now we mine our soul, You drew lines, now we take back whole. You sent preachers, then sent guns, You gave flags, but erased our tongues. Enough — we done bein’ polite, This is justice under black sunlight. We built your cities, died in your wars, Now we rebuild behind iron doors. The youth don’t fear your crown or wealth, We woke up, we found ourself. We got tech, we got grind, we got grit, We got minds sharper than the whips you hit. --- [Verse 6 – Global Callout, Heavy Flow] To France: Get out of Mali’s chest.

Letter to the leaders of the West