African Samurai

Blood-stained katanas, black man from Ghana
I battle over my honor and guided by Nobunaga
The power in every Kada has channeled most of my Oni
Years later, ended up scarred, broken and lonely
The sword I touch been cursed by memories of war
Every stroke from the blade left the enemies floored
Challenge the lord who could afford to buy your life, clearly
Let you commit seppuku, not worthy of harakiri
Forty-five, battle-side, get ready to die
Over pride, commit suicide, standin' right behind
With the steel, Nobu samurai to the naked eye
I’ll decide if you stay alive, hear my battle cry, mothaf—
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