Where the Titans clashed,
The uprising of Lordly Slaves,
Joining Kimathi’s fight, my fight
Hailing Haile’s Triumph.
Sweat and blood coarsed into strand,
The tough, the rough within my veins
Whispering my Love for this my Land,
Swaying in Rythm to the African Band.
This here Locks, you all so dread
Mark not my natures end,
Neither does a Herb from identity shed,
To my Being, only they Lend.
Young man with the Gully swagg,
Your Rebellion is my Loyal,
You blindly Ape your own identity,
Borrowing that which belongs to You!
This here Dreads,
Embrace my African,
Unearth my Roots,
This My Dreads, tell my Truth.