Black Man Time

Lyrics

Wow Hail star, a the man name I-Roy? Sight, sight, sight I man sight the man, I hear the man a play Tubby's Hi-Fi more time, the man sound hard, you know star Yeah, well, King Tubby's a one sound a really wild, me tell you now youth, yeah, you know I man a beg the man a ten cent, you know? Ten cents Yeah you know, I man a buy a sticker, hail, you know Right now, I man a support that, you know I, but, if it's food, I man give food for thought, hear sah? I love you, still forward more time, hear? Love youth Hehh This is the kind of lesson you got to learn Standing on the corner every day is really depraved And when the seas are better than the slave Begging each and every day You got to hear what I say And leave the corner and run away A little [?] program is designed to open your mind So you can build it a [?] and get a job and feel so fine Instead of begging on the corner every day Hear what the brother say Daling, dong day Daloolooloo, dong day Tell you People of low mentality will never get around to equality Equality and justice, that's for all Who know that Satan kingdom must fall In a time appointed I reign on Earth begun I come to break oppression and set the captives free, so you got to understand I come to rule the musical nation with justice and equality So black man, you got to be free like a bird in a tree And live in love and unity for I and I Maybe you could make it if you try This a black man time And this a black man time This a black man time You skip and flip and dip down the line So this a black man time So this a black man time You move and groove and feel fine You keep on drinking up your wine, I tell you This a black man time Standing on the corner each and every day Not even thinking to go around and play Standing on the corner, giving trouble But when the Babylon a come, you got to move on the double Hehh Got to learn to communicate And stick around and say your brother, that you got to be great I say, you got to hold your likkle slate And keep on moving from the gate For this a black man time For this a black man time You walk and slip and sliding down the line You move and groove and feel so very fine, I beg you Uno dos tres, cuatro cinco seis A music make you gotta move on the time