Bushman

Yeah

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

You need to overstand

You from the african continent

Just how the black American, stand up

Truly is your brother man

Had they dehumanized and taken your name

Had they fed you swine and fed you shame

Today you would be just the same, stand up

As the people you disrespect and disdain

You have been brainwashed to call each other bushman

But I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

Four hundred and forty years you’re telling I

You said as savages our forefathers died

But the savagery of your now city streets today

Makes me wish to be back in the bush now I say

You are worried about the state where you reside

What about the state of your mind

You are living in scenic places with good graces

While there is chaos among the races

But I and I a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

They paid special attention to my woman

And to our little one

They said if she learns how to eat

From her down pressors hand

Her regeneration will be perpetuation

For she she will teach our little one

Man forced to stud and move on along

Lived so long without community

And then the damage of your false Christianity

But I and I a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

Yeah oh yeah

Yeah oh yeah

Yeah oh yeah truly, truly

They are selling you the illusion of progression

And they are selling you selling you

pure industrial aggression

Because misery truly wants company awhoa

So they are selling you their dysfunctional

psychological tendencies

Skitz a friend in ya

But I and I a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

Hear wha wake from a youth in the morning

You are being programmed and reprogrammed

Watching tell lie vision

Living in a system of pure corruption

They calling it civil lies a shun

What do they have in common

What do they have in common

This tell lie vision in this civil lies a shun

Pure lies, pure lies, pure lies

Absolutism based upon nothing yeah

But I and I a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

A Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I am a Bushman

I’m saying yeah whoa yeah

yeah whoa yeah

yeah whoa yeah truly, truly

Math is their tool

Philosophy is their tool

Tek way no ledge

He is their tool

Don’t you know

Don’t you think they know

The system is too far gone