I Am De Man (Never Get Weary Yet)

I am the man
 You love to hate
 Sitting in the slums of
 Ghost town, trench town
 Back o' wall, no clothes
 To hide my nakedness
 Filth and mosquitoes smelling
 Bitin' 400 years of black flesh
 Scarred by whips and sticks
 I am the man
 Locks entangled in
 Your nightmares of
 Medusas and gorgons
 Unkept religious beliefs
 That pierce the side of
 Your Jesus in the sky
 Your vinegar has turned to blood
 Your water to mud crucifix
 Chokin' on your life
 Of neo-colonialistic attitudes
 Yes I am de man
 That came in
 Clouds of ganja smoke
 Choking you to death
 Yet not killing you
 My eyes seein' a black god
 Casting doubt in your
 Mind about your
 Unexposed spirtual bein'
 Black shadows
 Castin' clear pictures
 Of an existance
 Drowned by
 False concepts of reality
 Black was beauty
 Until I walked
 With my barefeet
 Touchin' your
 Tar-ry pavements of
 Sadistic heat
 You would have accepted I
 If I came via
 Times magazine or Vogue
 If only you were exposed to life
 Beyond your middle class gate
 I am the man
 You lov to hate
 Look, I am now your Next door neighbour