Mas Is Like

Narration by Koname Florah Mphahlele CHORUS Blood of a slave, running in my veins Heart of a king, Mas is like Shaka Zulu Blood of a slave, running in my veins Heart of a king, Mas like Mampuru VERSE 1 My heart is of a warrior's Descendant of kings, pure blood as the holy son's Looking back into my lonely past Like how glorious Now temptations are close enough Smoking much Coughing blood Thinking of how awfully much courtleigh sucks Ignoring such will only result in body to dust Earlier than the dawning dark In all honesty it's tough Finding the meaning of life, such a daunting task But we just rise to the morning sun Like how it's supposedly done Nelson's cell is how worse the weather gеts Never the lеss the nervousness Alters as anger's felt Yet Mas answers the matters lest She tells the rest of her jealous friends She's seconds best I guess the feathers is less Lighter when it rests on tender hands Except all earth requested then Was just further steps And by the grace of God The race was won Television gave it call Who's the most racist of all Break these walls And may such faces fall The bravest of talks made the lord To point at me as the one to bring forth But three more where pointed in the opposite of his thumb I took it all under my wing arm For there was a we song Which from I hinged on How did that real war of freedom Switch off to a sitcom However I just sit calm And brush my feet and palm As decorated as he seem and all In his fringed cloth I just covered the skin for It's all I'm in need of The world is hateful Well distasteful Look at what the girl teens changed to Look at the talents he gave you He can achieve his dreams lest he's wasteful I can see the evil machinations employed The system had people of many nations destroyed Yet I felt that soothing Better music That is therapeutic At war with forever And I can see pallbearers As the end draws nearer Damn I only pray it gets called fairer Man Hallelujah CHORUS Blood of a slave, running in my veins Heart of a king, Mas is like Shaka Zulu Blood of a slave, running in my veins Heart of a king, Mas like Mampuru VERSE 2 Mirror, mirror on the wall I keep talking to you Good afternoon It's Mastradamus, the prophet of doom Got lost in the womb Only to find myself on a rocket moon Feeling like there's more solace in that room But the skies of my planet are blue Such to tolerate is impossible But the laws made it enforceable All is rated, thus it's plausible The mysterious is really serious Her tricks were devious So insidious it had grave effects Trying to deal with all the crazy facts About my shaky past But it's not at all negative like the 3rd Quadrant I was just a quite lad I sang the choir's 3rd But the fired I had Was to acquire wealth Riddle, riddle Twinkle, twinkle Little, little The moon is just but one of many stars Some are closer to where we are some are very far No inducements Can make me excuses Of what the music has been introduced as I find it offensive That some are tirelessly possessive On such a priceless collective Can I not make you mine Is jealousy admiration or love just hate in disguise Welcome the raise as it rise As I pray to the skies They say the high never hastily replies It's Him delaying his times I don't know but it made me realize That I'm the question and the answer What you looking for, you're the slave and the master The pain is altered Becoming way worse as I pray let the God take the matters Hoping He listens Cos quoted in these lyrics Is His holy scriptures I hope it suffices Holy surprises Nobody is smiling So many frowned faces Around this places Sounding racist When talk about the ages When they were crowned the greatest Felt like I'm a clown facing a round of May fists Feeling violated as time is faded Trying to see when mine is dated CHORUS Blood of a slave, running in my veins Heart of a king, Mas is like Shaka Zulu Blood of a slave, running in my veins Heart of a king, Mas like Mampuru