Looking at the things I saw
They broke truth to me
Used deceptions plenty to cede me from mine
Swallowed everything whole
Became a magnet for majority propaganda
The drums were too far to bring me back to tribal dances
Using poetic words to illustrate my world
The mystery of our history and exhale
How was I to come to the understanding
Accepting her Zulu roots
Remembering out of many one people
I was the modern tar baby
Accepting so much that came to me through others
Denying my experience where reality tapped me on the shoulder
Forgive my unseeing heart and remove the feathers stuck to me
I remember my yen for my people
I must listen again to the music Makeba
Make my natural hair grow strong
Been a long way home
Truth must be my words from core spaces
Humanity delivers me to mother God
Stuck on me is the tribute I sing
Rendering free from the many hands that came to put my fire out
I burn pure from the trial of my being
Patrice C, Queen
Zulile gave me the title
They broke truth to me
Used deceptions plenty to cede me from mine
Swallowed everything whole
Became a magnet for majority propaganda
The drums were too far to bring me back to tribal dances
Using poetic words to illustrate my world
The mystery of our history and exhale
How was I to come to the understanding
Accepting her Zulu roots
Remembering out of many one people
I was the modern tar baby
Accepting so much that came to me through others
Denying my experience where reality tapped me on the shoulder
Forgive my unseeing heart and remove the feathers stuck to me
I remember my yen for my people
I must listen again to the music Makeba
Make my natural hair grow strong
Been a long way home
Truth must be my words from core spaces
Humanity delivers me to mother God
Stuck on me is the tribute I sing
Rendering free from the many hands that came to put my fire out
I burn pure from the trial of my being
Patrice C, Queen
Zulile gave me the title