Kunte kinte the Burger king

In the heart of Georgia, where the cotton blooms wide,
Lived a Burger King named Kunta, with dreams he couldn’t hide.
He worked on the farm, under the sun’s golden rays,
Picking cotton by day, dreaming of love’s sweet ways.
Oh, Kunta Kinte, the Burger King,
On a journey for his Somali queen, taking him higher.
With a flip of a burger and a smile so bright,
They’ll pick cotton together under the starry night.
He’d close his eyes tight, see her laughter like gold,
A banana in the kitchen, with stories to be told.
From the fields to the grill, he’d sing her sweet name,
In the land of sweet tea, they’d play love’s wild game.
Oh, Kunta Kinte, the Burger King,
On a journey for his Somali queen, taking him higher.
With a flip of a burger and a smile so bright,
They’ll pick cotton together under the starry night.
Through winding roads and tall Georgia pines,
He rides on his dreams like trains on the lines.
From the farm to the city, he’s making his way clear,
With love as his compass and hope as his steer.
One night under stars, he gathered his crew,
With burgers and laughter, they knew what to do.
They danced ‘round the fire; their spirits flew free,
Kunta found his courage; he was meant to be.
Oh, Kunta Kinte, the Burger King,
On a journey for his Somali queen, taking him higher.
With a flip of a burger and a smile so bright,
They’ll pick cotton together under the starry night.
So here’s to adventure in Georgia land bright,
Where dreams are like rivers flowing into the night.
Kunta’s journey is ours; let’s sing it out loud—
So here’s to adventure in Georgia land bright,
Where dreams are like rivers flowing into the night.
Kunta’s journey is ours; let’s sing it out loud—
For love and for freedom; let’s make our hearts proud!