If it wasn't for the fable in the stable
you wouldn't be putting that turkey on your table
You wouldn't be having a beer, ya hear?
It's all very well, casting yer spell
and telling me that I'm gonna hell.
I believe, Yes I do!
I believe that Jesus was Black
Yes he was born in a sack
And do you know what? he has been back!
but he took to the crack
cos ya see, the three wise men were dealers,
stealers, free wheelers.
They weren't to know that he was God's only son
but it's too late, it's over and done.
Another innocent lost to the drum
of the only begotten bum.
cos the inner City is no place to be born
when Herod and the Met treat you with scorn.
You don't play to the white man's rules
the class, the corruption, the drug running mules.
August 2011 was the year of our birth
for a few days there was no mirth
Your shops and your tills
there were no thrills
in London town
when it was all
going
down.
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