I Am De Man - Mutabaruka

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