Mother Earth gave birth to us- love the roots
Nubia, Asia and the Hispanics
Ain't it love keepin' us high?
Like our dance, sex and marijuana
Where there's smoke- must be fire
Maybe I'll fly away from the ghetto
How much Afrika is left in us
Hot enough to make Black women sweat
Feast of the flesh- sex at the Carnival
Taste of the soul- I lick the lyrics
Campfire songs- see the girls dance
Children play together as we politic
White people listen and wonder-
How I connect the roots to my kaya
Sons of the Zulu- move like Shaka
When they touch us- don't they catch fire?
Age of Aquarius- enter the Dragon
Holy Ghost- Angel of the Womb
Feel my supernatural high
Smoke- and plant the seeds on my tomb
I'm a Voodoo Priest- I got medicine
We can drink the ganja like wine
All o' my people sick wit' white fever
Singin' your blues ain't like mine
They fed us swine on the plantation
Poison alcohol on our graves
tell your doctor heal the white cancer-
That made Black people X-rated slaves
Am I the Poet Supreme? Or a Prophet?
Or the voice of a burnin' bush?
We, the children of a Black God-
How many of us love to smoke...Kush