Midnite - Bushman
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
You, you need to overstand,
You from the African continent.
Just how the black American, stand up,
Truly, is your brother man.
Had they dehumanized and taken your name,
Had they fed you swine and fed you shame, hey-hey.
Today you would be just the same, stand up,
As the people you disrespect and disdain,
You have been brainwashed to call each other bushman.
But I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
Four hundred and forty years you're telling I:
You said as savages our forefathers died.
But the savagery of your now city streets today,
Makes me wish to be back in the bush, now I say.
You are worried about the state, where you reside,
What about the state of your mind.
You are living in scenic places, with good graces,
While there is chaos among the races.
But I and I a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
They paid special attention to my woman,
And to our little one.
They said: if she learns how to eat,
From her downpressors hand,
Her regeneration will be perpetuation.
For she, she will teach our little one.
Man forced to stud and move on along.
Lived so long, without community,
And then the damage of your false, Christianity.
But I and I a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
Yeah.. oh oh oh yeah..
Yeah.. oh oh oh yeah..
Yeah.. oh oh oh yeah truly, truly.
They are selling you,
The illusion of progression, financial progression.
And they are selling you, selling you,
Pure industrial aggression, hey-hey, well.
Because misery truly, wants company awhoa.
So they are selling you, their dysfunctional,
Psychological tendencies,
Skitz a friend in ya.
But I and I a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
Hear wha wake from a youth in the morning,
You are being programmed and reprogrammed,
Watching tell-lie-vision.
Living in a system of pure corruption,
They calling it civil-lie-zation.
What do they have in common?
What do they have in common?
This tell-lie-vision in this civil-lie-zation.
Pure lie, pure lie, pure lie,
Absolutism based upon nothing, yeah!
But I and I a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
A Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I am a Bushman!
I'm saying yeah.. whoa yeah.
Yeah.. whoa yeah.
Yeah.. whoa yeah truly, truly.
Math is their tool.
Philosophy is their tool.
Technology is their tool.
Don't you know!
Don't you think they know,
The system is too far gone.
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