Ahoy, me mateys
please ye let it be known
that our ancestors sailed the seven seas
plundered and stole
over twelve million sturdy tanned Africans
in ruddy daylight
So ye better know now and be ****** sure
we ain't giving up
on our mahogany Lord Fauntleroy de Swagger
whose ancestors
dodged iron ankle bracelets and Sheffield chains
the first time round
the popinjay in airs and grace dared coming to our shores
unchained thinking freedom
No siree, not on your ****** Nellie, haha like ravens can talk
we've got you now sunshine
in these modern times we now have invisible chains, don't yer know
and can make plantations
on capital's tar and concrete with thousands of tamed house slaves
to do our ***** work
so go equalize in ya dreams while learning the blighty version of Dixie
and he laughed and laughed and laughed amidst the band of fools