I never forget who I am.
I know, I know I'm a black man.
Never forget who I am.
that we are free men.
is dreaming
of the day.
Before
the days of Marcus
Before the days of Marcus
Before the days
of Marcus rights.
So
many black leaders lying
So
many black leaders lying
If them see we are no life,
we ain't that no strange
Mama heard about love,
too much bloodstained From picking cotton and chopped sugar cane
Through the middle of the body,
so stand on the chain
From your pony ship, we never come upon a plane
So me re-read in your yishy books That I'm a free man
1834
in Jamaica
