Police, won?t you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, I?m no robber, I?m no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman
Memories of, Memories of Soweto. Sing whoa, From London to Soweto, A street soul in the ghetto. Back from the West Indies, When I'm in the city let my
Gal me try fi love ya but me cyan get through. Now you haffi tell me why fi do. Gal me try up to now me just cyan get no bligh, Haffi ask de question
Got a time, A place To leave without a trace. You got a song, A taste of what's to come. You had it all in your palm, Till I raised the alarm and I won
Shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems mek we know where we going shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns
Went to a dance last saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was right Sight a little daughter steppin' out the corner 'cause I feel like dancing
Yes I am the boy, Who once worshipped you. As you seemed to destroy the ground beneath you. No more am I, A part of the cyde, Or the boy who once worshipped
Why? Why do you love me? What have i done to deserve you lately? If the poorest ones could feel this energy they need nit fear the cursed son nor
Vaccum. Not even a court room. Just me in a small room, that has become a tomb. Converted. Disadvantaged, Nothing granted. Will they ever get my message
Big City Life, Me try fi get by, Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try. Big City Life, Here my heart have no base, And right now Babylon de pon
I, I know it?s only time Only time until, You pull the job that kills You say you? ll never do it Again but you know You will Call your boys who know
Excuse me where you from? I definitley know you. A chance I could be wrong. And you are a stranger. Before I move along, Tell me where I know you from
She said no words when I chose to stand away. In the backround of my Mind when the sund rose I chose the shade Never wanted never Needed all the priceless
Pray tell sweet rosemary, are the times what they're supposed to be? Is leadership the same as treachery? Will knighthood silence anarchy? Sorry for
Oh yeah In so many ways I?m not a fighter I?m a lover This aint the old days I?m a 21st century brotha And if you don?t know Who I am You will
Did I ever call for your fame? Why do we fight in your name? Is it really true that you're there? And do you ever answer my prayers? We are calling for
They always told me In the begining there was life There was sin that was only A story to explain The state we're in Gotta lie it's not your own Need
Haead rests, a sore mind behind these red eyes. Watch the television, sweet escapism, game shows and racism. Headlines, war crimes behind disguised affection