I am a black man
So never a gentle man
I don’t care about Moses’ law
If am slapped by left cheek
I return as fast as possible

My gods are my guardian
Who show me ways
And reveal the future journey
As written by Supreme Being
As they mediate between

My culture is my identity
That shows who I am
Eating barehanded is palatable
Am a joke in this suit
I look like a formatted gorrilla
BABARIGA’s elegant shirt
AMALA’s taste is incomparable
When EWEDU is well mashed

I was my wife’s god
Then came the law of equality
That makes her look in my face
And tell me to go to hell

You can’t change my skin
Or rhythm of my song
That shake my woman’s body
And twist her hip with style
Communicating with IYALU
The mother of all drums

My children are going astray
Dumping their mother’s tongue with fun
Speaking Queen’s among kindred
Like God was out of mind
When He made them blacks

This house creaks dangerously
A stranger is in midst
Who gave us unknown cake
To collect AKARA,the sweetest cake
Oh ORUNMILA,the holy one
Consult The Being on our behalf
This house must not fall
Or we’re deleted on the map