Bantu African-American Warrior
Africa rains
Who reigns
Raise Me Up from a tribe
A group of traveling white men gave me a ride
Brought us the African to this here place
where are other types of men who were of red face
they locked us up in caves and wooden boxes
Whipped shot and raped all our women
and girls treated them like herds of oxen
Son Of Darkness, Warrior of God?
if you call this Heaven
you're wrong
Bantu Bantu Bantu African warrior
back-to-back-to-back to city-dwellers
I was born and raised in the city ghetto side of town
my mother left us with little food or money to live on
the days of when Wine and Roses
Where you live live live to be born free but government
Still against you yes they condemned you
In your homes and houses put a yellow sign on your door
Tell you have to go back to back to back to City dwellers Bantu Bantu Bantu African warrior
Picking cotton under the sun blazing in my face all day Feeding us at any time hardly never never water at bay
Dried leaves in Mountain Mudd we do cover
Mama I can't go
Go on living this way
This injustice it's driven me away
Inflation moving up in the value of the dollar
Going down and I don't think I have enough to go out of town
Bantu Bantu Bantu back to Africa
I'm no Warrior back-to-back-to-back to City dweller
Net prices our High Cost of Living
We can't afford to buy anything
But Lucifer still in the crowded Skies
Mama this sandwich I ate what was in it
It taste like that rat I killed was in it
Burning leaves of our love garbage around town
All centered here people hey on they say it
If you believe in Jesus He will send for you
Send for you to come to heavens above
Back-to-back-to-back to City dweller
Bantu Bantu Bantu Africa Warrior
5/16/70
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 1970, 2020
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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