CONFUSE THEM

I'll be there, you shan't see me

They shall look for me in church

They shall find me in clubs

When they seek my face in clubs

They shall find my soul in church

They shall try seduce my lady

They shall find  ‘twas a harlot

So they shall shun the harlot

And my fair lady shall be safe

They shall till their lands at day

While I lie in bed away

But when I shall be harvesting

They shall be all eyes watching

They shall sneak to rob my house

And find no thing to carry

Yet when they return back home

They shall find no thing to quarry

I shall confuse them

They shall keenly study my step

I shall always be steps ahead

They shall try take me their way

I shall always have my way

East when their sun shall be rising

West mine shall be setting

They shall expect me be like‘m

I shall always be like me

                                    By Sammy Nakitare