Yahkeem Ben Israel Ft. Sane (of Words Untame) Produced by
Bongani Eden Koza
Sane: Time, time and time again/
they take them out/
one by one shut them up/
feed them so they can’t pull out/
surely Truth will rise again/
sure to ease the aches and pains/ young man/
you were made by the works not by the gains/
by the fruits yea shall know what seeds they have sown/
Verse one:
You can never be acknowledged equally on both armies/
Neither can you be an agent for both parties/
Simply because you’ll love the other/
And hate the other/
Let the words I utter/
Resonate in your soul as I convey the story of the father/
The honourable comrade Mqotsi the Livingstone/
In His life time He proved a brimstone/
Fire to the opposition/
Firmly fixed to the cause no level of education/
Could pollute his vision/
Love for his people sparked rejection/
An outcast who never partied in the annihilation/
Of his own/ never known/
To wantonly gobble the spoils on the table of the master/
A soldier/ who like the seven sons choice the grave than
tasting the swine’s meat/
Deliberately dancing off beat/ to the master’s tune…
Chorus: You will
always be in my memory/ It’s for you brother one true other/ You will always be
in my memory/ It’s for you and matters we do things for/
Verse Two:
Not everyone engaged in the struggle was in it for the
whole/
Some secretively persuade their personal goals/
Livie remains a Sole/
Example of a soul/
Totally committed/
When he was rejected/
By the education system because of his radical views/
He never kneeled before the machine begging for crumbs/
Instead he intensified the cause/
Defied their laws/
He served liberatory
interests/
With the purity of infants/
In his quest to disseminate Truth about the beast/
He pioneered publications/
Entertaining content relevant to the black nation/
His mission/
Was loosening the minds in chains/
As long as ignorance reigns/
The master’s grip remains/
He gains/ overwhelming power over the back souls
Chorus:
Verse Three:
His troubles begun to increase as people awoke to the
apartheid scam/
His efforts demanded the subjects to act/
Ink from his pen proved to be a threat/
With an impact/
That surpass all chaotic riots combined/
All hell broke loose when this refined scholar released the
house of bondage/
It sparked rage/
The fury from the pale system had him skipping states/
To seek refuge in the diaspora/
Where he remained until the apartheid order/
Was seemingly overthrown/ the tone/
Of his voice during the negotiations/
Through to the dawn of the new dispensation/
Haunted the black images advancing the white cause/
His stance had him muted and considered shelf material/
Until his burial/
The ruling class pretended as if he never existed/
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