You got worked
You got worked
When you blushed at the pyramid′s passing into mythology
Stencilled drawings for tourist's wives
Remembering Africa in the past tense
Like your favourite National Geographic
You remember the one
With the bare-chested villages and the bright smiles
All the while, we laid the cut
Reciting old prayers with young lips
We didn′t brag about it
We didn't show it off
We didn't say a word, we just smiled inside at the news
Yeah man, you got worked
When you bathed yourself in Africa
Got a reason they can′t tell ya conversations about the moon, but
And shone gold, and lay at sea, and Cleopatra
And that eloquent African prince that wants to help you
Become a millionaire for an advanced fee
Oh no, we didn′t laugh at it
And we sure didn't drink the Kool-Aid
We just watched from afar
Reciting old prayers with young lips
You see, unicorns shouldn′t have to show their worth
Yeah man, you got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
We watched you in the lecture hall
As you sat in the front row of the African Studies class
Beating bodhai rhythms on your legs
While nursing capoeira wounds
And memorising verses about Countee Cullen
Oh, you didn't notice? We noticed you
So call that padrino you met online
Call your doctor, call your therapist, call your life coach
But it won′t matter, none of it will matter
Because you got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
Yeah man, you got worked
You got worked
Yeah man, you got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
You got worked
Yeah man
You got worked
Yeah man
You got worked
Yeah man, you got worked
