History takes me back to the basement of our culture
I can’t hide myself anymore
Beneath this so-called of civilized men
The sands of time is what I’ve been made with
The hand of the past may help to lay back relax
If we check it now.

And what you’ve got to do is just take care of
That inner black beauty that shines through
Your melanine tone
And take care of everything you got visible or invisible.
For not so long ago they didn’t love none of us –
At all.

I’d like to tell you something
It’s all about my own thing
Now I know what is sweet
I know what is sweet as sugar cane

And the promises they made at these times
Of struggle and fight must provide change in your mind.
For life is for lore
All praises are for the Lords.
So the souls descending from the
Tribe of Atkaptah will have to
Reminisce and unified on strong.
So don’t go dreamin’ on the edge of their land
Oh no ! No ! You’ll go flyin’ high, you’ll go too high
And now for the rest, let’s remind the pledge :
Each time you’ll taste the fruit of the cane
Don’t forget the whip, the field, their sweat.
(So this heritage will be as sweet as sugar cane…)

I’d like to tell you something
It’s all about my own thing
Now I know what is sweet
I know what is sweet as sugar cane