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The African Of 1963

Sacha Sacket


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.

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