(Spoken intro)<br />
Class programme for the<br />
African Anarchist<br />
14 carats he pleaded<br />
Yeah, just let me take the<br />
Grain like a criminal should<br />
Burdens? As in work-horse?<br />
God works in mysterious ways<br />
But never as a coolie<br />
Never as a coolie in the sweat<br />
Shop of a deranged mind<br />
Her chocolate stain is<br />
The envy of caucasia.<br />
On these empty pages<br />
Lies an ejaculatory speech<br />
Will his letter survive?<br />
Will the words ever reach?<br />
Tell me will his letter survive?<br />
Will the words ever reach their destination?<br />
Well I can hear the call of the Mosque<br />
And the ringing of the bells<br />
Yeah, everlasting peace on earth<br />
And the casting of spells<br />
I can see thin white strips of cotton<br />
And an ol' wide broom<br />
I can see their feelings all wrapped up and muffled<br />
In an emotional room<br />
Now, it's the 10th of January<br />
And a Taxi awaits to bring me to thee<br />
But I'm a son of April<br />
And, the only African container of religious sound. Hey!<br />
Yeah, the only African container of religious sound<br />
So they make love on the 11th, fuck on the 12th<br />
And on the 13th they depart<br />
Back to the world of school uniforms,<br />
Perfects with guns and jackboots with heart<br />
Would a true story of cultural splinters<br />
Ever shred you as a tear?<br />
They were making love on a bed of emotional Rizla<br />
To burn away the fear<br />
They were making love on a bed of emotional Rizla<br />
To burn away the fear