As long as you're a black man, you're an African So don't care where you come from No mind your nationality You've got the identity of an African Don't care where you come from You have got the identity of an African 'Cause if you come from Clarendon

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem, disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own

Island girl What you wanting with the white man's world? Black boy want you in his island world He want to take you from the racket boss He want to save you, but the cause is lost Island girl, island girl, island girl Tell me what you wanting with the

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

These little black sandals Are walking me away I'm being dragged down, down by the hand The hand of a golden giant man He's crushing my knuckles Splitting my skin, he says he will If only I'd ask it of him

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

Of the tragedies in man Lurking in the core of us all The last dying call for the everlost Brief encounters, bleeding pain Lepers coiled 'neath the trees Dying men in bewildered soliloquys Perversions bloom round the bend Seekers, lost in their quest

Broward County, 954, we here, I kicked the door down 'Nolia boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, gleeful I was hopin' that you'd ride for me the way I rode for you I wish my boy was here to see the man that I grew into And I know if I'm feelin' like

Mr. Saturday night special But put a man six feet in a hole Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps