The Trial of John Africa

Read this, the African’s a hunted man

And now we make our stand, their freedom is a lie

We’re just a dark black crust of vanity

Bred in the pit of hell, we’re ghosts that haunt their minds

So they’re coming for our guns

They’re coming for our steel

They'll tie us to the wheel

Make us beg to be healed

Shut down

Reject their race, their class, their liberty

And that’s how we’ll stay alive, resistance is our shelter

We’re still alive and looking for an answer

Like everything that moves, we want to shape our futures

If their fire don’t take us down

If they don’t burn us to the ground

They’ll force us underground

Making sure we all drown

Shut down

But up above our heads

From high above the clouds

Their bombs are raining down, they’ll call it peace in their town

Shut down