deep beneath the layers, I sink my roots
I come strictly organical
when I need to feast, I look to the East
that's why I'm never scared of the beast
even though they try to prey upon me
I'm protected by the one always greater than me
the contour of my mystery
the strength of my arches
the colour of my conscience
and the way that I process my diction
some fact some diction some mystery
I'm the trunk that holds the branches
the leaves who do the dances
from Africa, transplanted translantic
I bring shade for everyone
I keep on living with the fullness of the one
like the heat of the sun or the skin on the drum
I'm fully marinated and now I'm ready for the fire
See I've been fully marinated
and now I'm ready for the fire
see I'm beginning to perspire
from deep within to the skin
yo, the feminine and the masculine
see my reflections in the puddle
after the storm the purple of the sky
brings to mind another time
life was fine there human divine
but in the years following
some learned to run, some stayed to fight
I kneeled at the tomb of the soldier
said I would love to behold her
she touched me on the shoulder
she said, "in time all is revealed, box of light be unsealed
now listen to me son, be like the skin on the drum"
And as the pepper gas clears
and police and protesters go home
just as the morning dew are tear drops of the night
my emotions are always there for you
and will never leave you dry