Sacha Sacket - The African Of 1963 текст песни

I am the African of 1963
Transformed to a millennium man
But I feel the sands sifting

God gave me a pigeon
Roosting in the rain
While I spy discrimination
That dirty dove won't fly away

So you wanna be a man? Jove bound me to the Sahara
You wanna be a man? With nothing but an eagle
You wanna be a man? And I am never leaving
You wanna be a man? Maybe I am only dreaming

Now these fags got a saying
The Lord is our Shepard
Things started changing
The day Mathew was heard
I am the African of 1963
It's the same old discrimination
They just shifted the bigotry

So you wanna be a man? Jove bound me to the Sahara If Prometheus
You wanna be a man? With nothing but an eagle Is choosing this,
You wanna be a man? And I am never leaving Then somewhere
You got heels in the backseat Maybe I am only dreaming I am choosing this

You gonna be a man And I know there's a problem
Just need a dirty beat Too many sister gone under
To dance your pain It's the ballot or the bullet
And dance on your grave Malcolm tattooed it

I am the African of 1963 Blacker than blue If Prometheus
Transformed to a millennium man Is choosing this,
But I feel the sands shifting Then somewhere I am choosing this