African man march
The path of freedom, black feet him
And white man laugh, they sayin’
See him burn brain, the black fit him.
Khaki man say
Go the Queen go, we love you no more
While yellow man say
I rule you from afar, from my kingdom.
Them tella them, leave with us
The language and law,
That of your people dem
And sail with your body, not soul helm.
Black man laugh and dance
When them white boats be leaving,
Cos he not be knowing, deep down
That he still be slave him, freedom one.
So black man stupid be
The one to laugh first, him,
But white man, be laughing last,
For him still be master of them blackie mind.
No need for chains, we all be slave still.
All Freedom Slave, we.