"Lyrics of yearning Soul"

Out of my jelly

Words pouring down like a folly

What are you saying, is indeed, this is all rubbish

Of course, let me tell you, you are being foolish

Praise be to the Master of the unseen

For all of which in the sky, I have seen

Praise be to the Master of all the things yet to be seen

For all that of creation, never to be seen

O! heroes' hero, a gift of a lifestyle out of Zero

Not you Nero

Indeed I am a Negro

Never to forget that, as we are all out of the mystical Zero

Onto the sky, I raised my hands, begging for ascendancy

For sure, I have been reminded of my countenance

For much of my life I have been without abundance

Of course, a legacy of my descendants without redundancy

O! Mighty Crystal Being

A bit of holy water for me, in the Crystal Bowl

A place of dwelling, a habitat for the unholy Owl

O! Mother of all cities, the city of the Highest Spiritual Being

I used to live, at a place near Zanzibar

The coloured fellow, forbidden from the bar

The black mighty doors all lucked with a burning iron bar

I just noticed a statement from the members of the bar