Sugar Cane - Les Nubians

History takes me back to the basement of our culture

I can’t hide myself anymore

Beneath this so-called of civilized men

The sands of time is what I’ve been made with

The hand of the past may help to lay back relax

If we check it now.

And what you’ve got to do is just take care of

That inner black beauty that shines through

Your melanine tone

And take care of everything you got visible or invisible.

For not so long ago they didn’t love none of us

At all.

I’d like to tell you something

It’s all about my own thing

Now I know what is sweet

I know what is sweet as sugar cane

And the promises they made at these times

Of struggle and fight must provide change in your mind.

For life is for lore

All praises are for the Lords.

So the souls descending from the

Tribe of Atkaptah will have to

Reminisce and unified on strong.

So don’t go dreamin' on the edge of their land

Oh no!

No!

You’ll go flyin' high, you’ll go too high

And now for the rest, let’s remind the pledge:

Each time you’ll taste the fruit of the cane

Don’t forget the whip, the field, their sweat.

(So this heritage will be as sweet as sugar cane)

I’d like to tell you something

It’s all about my own thing

Now I know what is sweet

I know what is sweet as sugar cane