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| Red Rebel Song
sing boy sing dere's more to you dan skin ya DaDa's fingers witlow from years of cleaning corners where brush an dustpan couldn't reach Some han would tap ya shoulders wid hope an Dreams of some rainbow future. Nikki the warrior When all my stolen moments from all the memories of me and you gather to form a shape... your smile begins to appear on a single soft sheet of paper I could almost taste ya kiss if I put my lips on them sheet of paper I could scent ya smell, And feel ya gaze but be careful not to gaze too long or your brown eyes might start to water 5662 I wanna be westernized I'm Indian, I'm Chinese Polonese Jamaican, from Dominican Republic of Nigeria, Algeria But I speak YOUR twang I just wanna be accepted I need not be protected from my roots, cos I'm sellin out 5662 years of civilisation achieved by my nation And will be one of you guys with NO ties about, your spiritual being And that feelin' Deep inside. needing to belong to a culture I'm a vulture And I'll eat ya if ya Don't give me my rights I'll behave...Not like the Slave my DaDa was I'll hunt ya down. Make ya see the Real me An Arab, Polonese, Afro Chinese. Syrenese With mutilated thoughts AND A MAGNUM 45: R.E. Sammi |