My Way, I Know It Well

I know it, I know it well Its to pleased myself, the lost part Hanged in the neck and cuffed on the wrist Whilst long ago father lived at peace, he was him And here I claimed intelligence Intelligence with age Dumped in a lost century Lost from the stools calls of its kindred Me not from home Me of this age, lost, lost, lost Hey Kofi, Koofiii my son, he cried Why not come home, back to the root, I think Yes, yes Fofo, King-man of my name I shall return, return, return Return to be planted, for i see the storm approach It shall come for me, I know, i know it well. So give me a hand to cling to, safe and strong Give me a name, a name to be identified with Give me a tribe, a tribe to belong to Uh, give me a wife,a wife to bear me fruits So I shall not wane-off, so I shall not erode This day has come, I am mad at it It sickens my feelings, of a humane stock It bleached me pale, striped of my black-fighting melanin Jollying in the colds of this strange land Like a chicken in a nest, I wriggles and twitched For years, Even a day ago A calabash was beaten This gourd says a riddle I understood Shaming the heavy metal rhythms I consumed Then I hear them conflicted Lucifer and Arch- angel Gabriel battles for mankind Its my fate, I know, My destiny been gamboled With the thoughts of yesterday and today Each at my throat, each at my cuff To teach a lesson, I know, I know it well. This is the time to know it well. Before the ...