http://samiraspeaks.wordpress.com/
Land of the free before slavery
The nation where we all came to be
See to me
THAT is my nation
Land of the Black before colonisation
Land of the learned as far as I’m concerned
Burned
Churned
Everything we had we earned
The land of hope, we were doing it ourselves
They were civilising us?
But we civilised ourselves
They were helping us out
When they couldn’t help themselves
And we were discovering shit in places they could never delve
And the colour of their faces
Represents more than just that
It’s a structure
It’s a system
And it don’t like black
From the Premier League to the Police
No it don’t like Black
From Stephen Lawrence to Smiley
No it don’t like Black
You see, none of this ever seems to make sense to me
That when a Black boy dies
You blame a Black MP
And it took eighteen years, tell me
Where is the justice that?
So let’s wait eighteen years before we call on Diane to be sacked
Cause it’s a fact
That they divide and rule
The shit that they don’t ever teach you in school
Yeah the stuff they teach you to make our people seem weak
And give us one month out of twelve to celebrate being free
Then they show our people dying on TV
We don’t need your pity
We don’t need your help
You don’t need to feed my people
Africa could feed itself
But you stole
You raped
You pillaged
That’s why there’s no water in my grandmother’s village
See she was born by the river, in a little tent
But that river’s no longer running
And she hasn’t been living since
Her land and her eyes
Barren and dark
But that famine
Can’t reach her heart
Cause she will live through me, vicariously
And even if they don’t like Black
AFRICA LOVES ME
No comments:
Post a Comment