Tears of Notsie Slaves
they're souls are bounded
like kenkey in a husk
thrown into the arena of agony
could tears be the Jesus
of they're screams
who could send
the redeemer to they're nightmares
when is it gonna be a dream
i think after
our bloody tears
fill the brim
of this jericho walls
in a twinkle
bloods are shared
worst is done
souls are gone
could tears be the Jesus
to they're sorrowful songs
deeply sang with grief,
in the ear of freedom
where the hard headed hide
and hardly he desist
pain in the kingdom
wet the wall
wet the wall
wet the wall
hold fast the daggar
the deity sang the birth
of new generation
the birth of a new Africa
the death of slavery
the delivery of peace
among the tribe
freedom freedom
the tears of Notsie slaves