Before I've said a word
You tried to sum me up
The shape, the face, the hair
The boots, the belts I wear
The rings, the way I move
A shade ambiguous
But then I’m black
What'd you make of that?
With all your liberal views
You can't disguise
The silent question that relates to size
Maybe I’m half refined
Could even pass as tame
Drink tea with Princess Anne
If I feel in the mood
Or will I have some sign
Throw off the cool façade
Become my hidden self
Ahh!
And with clenched fists proclaim
The carnage, ahh!
When my white brotherhood
Attain their prime
What do you make of me?
What snap analysis?
You see one face I show
The rest you cannot know
And I'm not really sure
I still amaze myself
A slave or emperor
A child, a king
I take the path that seems to suit the time
But I can't tell which voice is really mine
So many things still echo
Down my life