Narration by Koname Florah Mphahlele
CHORUS
Blood of a slave, running in my veins
Heart of a king, Mas is like Shaka Zulu
Blood of a slave, running in my veins
Heart of a king, Mas like Mampuru
VERSE 1
My heart is of a warrior's
Descendant of kings, pure blood as the holy son's
Looking back into my lonely past
Like how glorious
Now temptations are close enough
Smoking much
Coughing blood
Thinking of how awfully much courtleigh sucks
Ignoring such will only result in body to dust
Earlier than the dawning dark
In all honesty it's tough
Finding the meaning of life, such a daunting task
But we just rise to the morning sun
Like how it's supposedly done
Nelson's cell is how worse the weather gеts
Never the lеss the nervousness
Alters as anger's felt
Yet Mas answers the matters lest
She tells the rest of her jealous friends
She's seconds best
I guess the feathers is less
Lighter when it rests on tender hands
Except all earth requested then
Was just further steps
And by the grace of God
The race was won
Television gave it call
Who's the most racist of all
Break these walls
And may such faces fall
The bravest of talks made the lord
To point at me as the one to bring forth
But three more where pointed in the opposite of his thumb
I took it all under my wing arm
For there was a we song
Which from I hinged on
How did that real war of freedom
Switch off to a sitcom
However I just sit calm
And brush my feet and palm
As decorated as he seem and all
In his fringed cloth
I just covered the skin for
It's all I'm in need of
The world is hateful
Well distasteful
Look at what the girl teens changed to
Look at the talents he gave you
He can achieve his dreams lest he's wasteful
I can see the evil machinations employed
The system had people of many nations destroyed
Yet I felt that soothing
Better music
That is therapeutic
At war with forever
And I can see pallbearers
As the end draws nearer
Damn
I only pray it gets called fairer
Man
Hallelujah
CHORUS
Blood of a slave, running in my veins
Heart of a king, Mas is like Shaka Zulu
Blood of a slave, running in my veins
Heart of a king, Mas like Mampuru
VERSE 2
Mirror, mirror on the wall I keep talking to you
Good afternoon
It's Mastradamus, the prophet of doom
Got lost in the womb
Only to find myself on a rocket moon
Feeling like there's more solace in that room
But the skies of my planet are blue
Such to tolerate is impossible
But the laws made it enforceable
All is rated, thus it's plausible
The mysterious is really serious
Her tricks were devious
So insidious it had grave effects
Trying to deal with all the crazy facts
About my shaky past
But it's not at all negative like the 3rd Quadrant
I was just a quite lad
I sang the choir's 3rd
But the fired I had
Was to acquire wealth
Riddle, riddle
Twinkle, twinkle
Little, little
The moon is just but one of many stars
Some are closer to where we are some are very far
No inducements
Can make me excuses
Of what the music has been introduced as
I find it offensive
That some are tirelessly possessive
On such a priceless collective
Can I not make you mine
Is jealousy admiration or love just hate in disguise
Welcome the raise as it rise
As I pray to the skies
They say the high never hastily replies
It's Him delaying his times
I don't know but it made me realize
That I'm the question and the answer
What you looking for, you're the slave and the master
The pain is altered
Becoming way worse as I pray let the God take the matters
Hoping He listens
Cos quoted in these lyrics
Is His holy scriptures
I hope it suffices
Holy surprises
Nobody is smiling
So many frowned faces
Around this places
Sounding racist
When talk about the ages
When they were crowned the greatest
Felt like I'm a clown facing a round of May fists
Feeling violated as time is faded
Trying to see when mine is dated
CHORUS
Blood of a slave, running in my veins
Heart of a king, Mas is like Shaka Zulu
Blood of a slave, running in my veins
Heart of a king, Mas like Mampuru
