Marcus - Wanting To Desert |
A Negro who got rich did stray To claim he was not of the race, But all the world could only say He was a fool and sore disgrace. You cannot change your skin, my man, For Nature made you as you are; Your wish to break your fatlier's clan Is ignorance that goes too far. The woman of another race You choose to share your fortune with And have her take your motlier's place May slay you as in Siren's myth. And when you find the deed unwise It will be late, too late to mend, For then the race you did despise Will count you out with traitor's end. |
RastafarI |
Haile Selassie I |