Sacha Sacket - The African Of 1963 lyrics

I am the African of 1963 Transformed to a millennium man But I feel the sands sifting. God gave me a pigeon Roosting in the rain While I spy discrimination That dirty dove won't fly away. So you wanna be a man? Jove bound me to the Sahara You wanna be a man? With nothing but an eagle You wanna be a man? And I am never leaving You wanna be a man? Maybe I am only dreaming. Now these f*gs got a saying The Lord is our Shepard. Things started changing The day Mathew was heard. I am the African of 1963. It's the same old discrimination They just shifted the bigotry. So you wanna be a man? Jove bound me to the Sahara If Prometheus You wanna be a man? With nothing but an eagle Is choosing this, You wanna be a man? And I am never leaving Then somewhere You got heels in the backseat. Maybe I am only dreaming. I am choosing this. You gonna be a man And I know there's a problem Just need a dirty beat Too many sister gone under To dance your pain It's the ballot or the bullet And dance on your grave. Malcolm tattooed it. I am the African of 1963 Blacker than blue. If Prometheus Transformed to a millennium man Is choosing this, But I feel the sands shifting. Then somewhere I am choosing this.