They used to say to my mama Her eyes look so old They used to say to my papa She is too bold As I got older, all they wanted to ask me Is what are you Are you a Christian Do you belong to Islam A Rastafarian or a Jew Who are you What do you stand for Who do you worship Are you a pagan What is your belief system As if I couldn’t see They just wanted to categorize me So they could then despise me Trying to divide me Into pieces I am complete And the truth is I'm the Original Woman All life it comes through me I can say Morembe, Ettise, Hotep or Tendai Mwari It’s all me I am the Original Woman, All nations are wrapped up in my story Every land on this earth has been touched And blessed by my feet It's all me They used to say to my mama Her eyes look so old They used to say to my papa She is too bold As I grew bolder, all they wanted to ask me Is who do you think you are Where do you get these ideas from Who gave you the right to question And change our tradition You're too high Come out of the sky What do you stand for Who do you worship You must be a pagan With no belief system As if I couldn’t see They just wanted me to categorize me So I would then despise me Trying to divide me Into pieces I am complete And the truth is I am the Original Woman All life it comes through me I can say Morembe, Ettise, Hotep or Tendai Mwari It’s all me I am the Original Woman All nations are wrapped up in my story Every land on this earth has been touched And blessed by my feet It's all me I'm the Original Woman

The way she feels right now, She’s so lost and she doesn’t know Which way to go. She wonders if there is a chance That you could help her out, Pull her from her well of emotions. “Show me the way,” She said “Show me the way. Where I am, I’m falling and I Need a hand.” “Show me the way. Show me the way. Will you help me, Will you help me?” Inside she’s abused, tattered and torn, Worn, trying to move on, From the oppression of her memories. She wonders if you have a route, To take her to the truth. “Show me the way,” She said “Show me the way. “Show me the way,” She said “Show me the way. Where I am, I’m falling and I Need a hand.” “Show me the way. Show me the way. Will you help me, Will you help me?”

This plantation It is my home All of my life Sugar cane I’ve grown. My only purpose Is to wash his clothes, cook his food But in the night I plan with my man. I was born here And I see others Stolen from other lands. Some fighting Some screaming Thinking that there Could be a chance To escape from the wicked man’s hands. But there is no escape And I Wish I could tell them From the very first day. ‘Man, this plantation, Is gonna be your home. Yuh gonna spend the rest of your life watching cane grow. And that’s why, I plan with my man. I said that’s why. I plan with my man. I was born here It is all I know My parents in the soil And all of my babies they’ve been sold. That’s why my heart it pumps so much bitter juice As bitter as the spit that I hawk into the master’s food. But that is not enough for me. Not enough to stop these “Mummy!” “Baby!” “Come and save me!” dreams. And that’s why I’m gonna poison the master. I said that’s why I’m gonna poison the master. I may not kill his children But I’m gonna kill his wife. And they are both gonna feel my pain before they lose their lives. I may not kill his children, But I’m gonna kill his wife. And they’re both gonna feel my Tears. 2005

From human cargo to genetic mutilation, Physical bondage to mental slavery. Hearts and minds trained into submission, To guarantee minimum revolution. Oppression, suppression, the big man’s weapon. Physical displacement, Cultural abandonment, Wholesale prices for men, women and children. Mental brainwash a dilute for progression. Anti-reparation, Colonial creation, Spiritual Prostitution, Social Delusions. Confusion, Illusions of Freedom. No independence from the scars, His Story has carved. Acha Niende Nksali Tuko Numbani. From human cargo to genetic mutilation, Physical bondage to mental slavery. Torture and rape, Psychotic greed and needs. Financial wealth and hierarchies sealed. Struggling for years to dam the tears, The pain, the weight, shackles on three realms. Ancestors crying in the children minds, Always remember! Never forget! The steps they took to hold, control and whitewash the masses. Fantasies of control played out like chess. With the pawns non-valid only needed for death. Wars fought with the frontlines full of faces of colour, Who die first, and burn first so are never remembered. Like parasites feasting on what was provided, Civility, Science, Earthly riches and knowledge. Burning libraries with our information, So they could misinform us with miseducation. Acha Niende Nksali Tuko Numbani. From human cargo to genetic mutilation, Physical bondage to mental slavery. Hope and faith and some belief systems, Deter the mind from the true state we are in. A slave is manmade never can be born a slave. They claim they bought their stock in fair trade. As no laws existed for them to break. So they paid for others to kidnap and degrade. But the soul who thinks he can own another, Not through a link of a father or mother, Had no place on this earth and deserved the same lynching that brought an end to many a innocent man. If karma really is in full effect, A terrible death so many should have expected, Leaving children to feel the full heat of the anger ignited by their father’s actions. Acha Niende Nksali Tuko Numbani. Acha Niende Nksali Tuko Numbani.

This is a marketplace, So many souls for sale. My heart goes to all of those Who never will prevail. The bright lights they blind you, But do not hide the grime. And success might find you, But most will be left behind. And oh! I feel it in my soul. The depravation, the frustration, Of all living in this dungeon. I’m living in the City Of London, Where some youth have no motivation, And the media can be mental poison, Music is my inspiration. I see many try but they can’t buy my soul. I see many try but they can’t change me. This is a marketplace, So many souls for sale. Programmes for the minds of the adult and child, With encrypted fairytales. The Conmen in business suits, The drugs, violence and the crime. Is nothing when compared to, The mass control of minds. And oh! It’s a problem dumping round. With so many trying to get in, So many trying to get out! I’m living in the City Of London, Where some youth have no motivation, And the media can be mental poison, Music is my inspiration. And I see many but they can’t buy my soul. I see many try but they can’t change me. 2005

I can see you really try, To make use of your mind; And you are wanting to know why, It is always such a fight. But if what you are doing is right. Don’t lose your insight; Prepare yourself to march into the battle of life. ‘Cos you have to be strong, You have to be wise. Because if you’re not strong in this life, The pressure will get you. You have to be strong. Firm and upright. Because if you’re not strapped to survive, The pressure will grind you down. Get up! Lift your head up! Don’t let me see you looking down with your shoulders slumped over! Check your presence and self-confidence, You deserve it all. Keep your back straight. Look both ways, especially forward. Don’t be afraid of falling over, Just be brave and try again. ‘Cos you have to be strong, You have to be wise. Because if you’re not strong in this life, The pressure will get you. You have to be strong, Firm and upright. Because if you’re not strapped to survive, The pressure will grind you down. 2005

I don’t know when it happened but it did. I lost my way down the road. I found myself in a place of confusion. Where I couldn’t tell the thoughts of others from my own. I feel like I have, Lost my identity. Like I have given up my throne. Surrendered, My divinity. I very nearly lost my Soul. I’m hurting, But I’m healing. Following, My feelings. Being, The meaning, Of being my own best friend. I’m hurting, But I’m healing. Embracing, My feelings. I’m finally seeing, Self Love. Now who did I really think I was? I thought I could disobey all rules and never fall. But the laws of the universe make no exemptions for me. So it is time that I, Represent, The way I feel. Compromising, Who I am, Doesn’t make Lenea A happy woman. I make time to see, I make time to feel, I make time to heal. Then my feet will lead, Right back to me. I’m hurting, But I’m healing. Following, My feelings. Being the meaning, Of being my own best friend. I’m hurting, But I’m healing. Embracing, My feelings. Finally seeing, Self Love. 2004

I fill my mind with information, I fill my soul with celebration. Open my mind and I release, All my misconceptions. I tune myself into the sound of the earth’s vibration. So with the right communication I can reach nations. This is Freedom! I follow my soul’s delegation, It brings me so much inspiration. Deter my mind from the limits of social dictation, So I can carve my own direction. No mosque, no church, no synagogue, The love is all inside my heart. And when I sing these songs of freedom, I hear my ancestors sing and Laugh along. This is Freedom! This is Freedom! This is Freedom! This is Freedom!

There was a land full of beauty and treasure, There was a man full of hatred and greed. There was a history of greatness and success, There was mystery surrounding him. He came to the land and he stole so many people. Those who survived were traded for cotton, sugar and tobacco. And it made, So many rich men. Who is your slave? Who made it easier for you? To live your life, In the way you do. For centuries women have been overused and underrated, Tortured, abused, depleted for the pleasure of a man. Last century we saw a small amount of liberation. But the system I live in, Depicts my enslavement. The images that are projected to the young, And the industries that spawn upon my exploitation. They make, So many rich men. Who is your slave? Who made it easier for you? To live your life, In the way you do. Is it a child? Sewing the shoes you wear. For a pittance, While you don’t even care. Is it the child soldiers? Fighting wars they don’t even understand. Who is Your Slave? Who made it easier for you? To live your life, In the way you do.