I Am de Man Songtext
von Mutabaruka

We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
For we′ve gone in the valley for a very long time
We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
For we've gone in the valley for a very long time
We never get weary yet

I am the man you love to hate
I used to sit down in the slums of Ghost Town and Trench Town
Back-a-wall
No clothes to hide my nakedness
Filth and mosquitoes
Smelling, biting four hundred years of black flesh
Scarred by whips and sticks


I am the man
Locks entangled in your nightmares of Medusas and Gorgons
Unkept religious beliefs that pierce the side of your Jesus in the sky
Your vinegar has turned to blood
Your water to mud

I no care what dirty Babylon say
What they say I am

For I′m fighting for the Rastafari
To set all Africa free
I and I a blood and fire angel
I a-treading up to Zion I
I a-treading up to Zion I
I a-treading up to Zion I
I no care what dirty Babylon say
What they say I am

For I'm fighting for the Rastafari
To set all Africa free
I and I a blood and fire angel
I a-treading up to Zion I

Crucifix
Choking on your life of neo-colonialistic attitudes
Yes
I am the man that came in clouds of ganja smoke
Choking you to death


Yet not killing you
My eyes
Seeing a black god
Casting doubts in your mind about your unexposed spiritual being
Black shadows
Casting clear pictures of an existence
Drowned by false concepts of reality
Black was beauty
Until I walked with my bare feet
Touching your tarry pavements of sadistic feet

We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
For we've gone in the valley for a very long time
We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
For we′ve gone in the valley for a very long time
We never get weary yet

You would have accepted I
If I came via Times Magazine or Vogue
If only you were exposed to life beyond your middle class gate
I am the man you love to hate

I used to sit down in the slums of Ghost Town, Trench Town
Back-a-wall
No clothes to hide my nakedness
Filth and mosquitoes
Smelling, biting four hundred years of black flesh
Scarred by whips and sticks
Yes
I am the man you love to hate
Look
I am now your next door neighbor

We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
For we′ve gone in the valley for a very long time
We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
We never get weary yet
For we've gone in the valley for a very long time
We never get weary yet

Jah!
Rastafari