Black
Once dem bury the I sayin fly high
But JHA gave me life, tanks to the Irie I
Me word confuse dem I say Eye back I am black
Doc look a me skin white she massah inna lack
As long as the colour of the I is not of more significance than the colour of the I there will be war all over the higher Eye
So I leave the wrong One to find Zion trueth
Buddah next day me haffi sing inna Prison Blues
A man fellowship tellin me freedom everywhere
Surrounded by death, very sad to try me there
Long time the collar of the skin have been
significance more than I&I can stay on scene
But the time of the Eye there to redeem!
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