Oh Mr Sentinel Massa, you ass with the bullwhip and echo tongue
For four hundred years they had your fathers and mothers
toiling the sugar and cotton fields no better than oxen and horses
They were all beasts together without rights or gain
All you knew was what Babylonians put in your heads
Your perceptions are nothing but that of a slave
As bright as those of the oxen and asses
That were your mates
Now you sit here thinking you're Bob Marley without stringed guitar
you may have a pen in hand but nothing much has changed
what you call a brain is just a dusty mirror from massa in the Plantation mansion
you are just the ass overseer who gives your ass to massa at night
payment for echoing his words and fucking a slut on Saturday
Who are you really but a mindless carcass with no class
Your momentum comes from shite and is shite
it's 21st century and you are still a Sentinel on the cotton fields
You come cracking your bullwhip talking trash
your inbred ass still has a ten dollar price tag hanging off it
the mixed blood of your ancestors fight for dominance in vain
four hundred years of slavery and you're still in chains mind asleep
there's freedom in the sun whether in tropics or in snow town
freedom is a mind unchained to massa's bulls and stunted dick
Show me the freedom of a jackass Sentinel the mottafucker chicken
Go find your assholes radicals and do your worst, how did your pimping go in Liverpool.
or where you too busy spinning your shit in Birmingham Alabama.