There’s an article in Slate about Liberian rappers.

The article talks about the financial difficulties of being a musician in Liberia:

“Takun J and the other L.I.B. rappers have plenty of listeners, but they’re not making money. There is only one distributor for full-length albums in Liberia, they told me, and whenever they have enough material for a CD, they sell the songs, rights and all, for several-thousand dollars. They don’t have much negotiating power, because the distributor is the only game in town. “It’s like we in slavery,” Bantoe said. “We working hard, and he just buying it for little or nothing.”"

Some highlighted lyrics:

Policeman coming, the policeman running
The policeman can take sides when he see money …
The policeman not fair, policeman not right
Policeman judge your case, brother you’ll be scared!