Festac 77 With My 66

I stung my glory to Dakar Where I portray my lovely '66' Without no more melancholy I played to save me precious '66' in Dakar Referred to as a ***** I stood my ground Blossoming into the heights and Portraying the ability of unseen peculiarity I slander no more to the very angels of mortality Now right at the heart of success I stung again But this time I stung harder than ever Paving way for the angels to freeze their visual mortality on my peculiarity In their devil's box with two horns I called unto my fellow To surpass their thoughts And stand on hills to crave for a trust In their ***** by building virtues not of bust In a place called the 'big black' Let's come together and quench their mortal angel For we are not mortal like angels But we have a dignity to stand for After and while we portray our '77' The devil's eye box will always play our Melodious themes for the angels to sing in their solemnity I will always long to praise my '77' Though the past has gone to the dust And the youths know it no more "I will live to stand my '77' for a greater forever"