Dichotomy

Vocals and Lyrics: RA Scion
Produced by: Solar and RA Scion
Djembe & Clave: RA Scion
Congas: Stik
Run Time: 2:56:07

From the high plains – the elephant rider grips the reigns
And descends like the same (reign=rain) to call ‘em all out by name
Even the high chief wanna know what the saddlebag contains
Village dweller – the one who left the baobab in flames
Focus your frames in hopes to catch a glimpse of his remains
The bush babies are echoin’ the message he proclaims
The push for change dealt the visitor physical pain
You aint numb to lacerations like a nation’s hunger pangs
Relations are strained – negotiations are games
Feel the earth tremble underneath the weight of fallen chains
The purpose of blame is [for it] to be accompanied by shame
Question the motivation of every company that came
Shots fired in vernacular slang
Ironically we laid the rails for the freedom train
Tribal rhythm got ‘em poised to strike the blood vein
Fifty boys in war paint – draped in lion’s manes
Shake the ox tail nine times over the maize grains
Sound strange? The baby boy was born with black fangs
Retract – fluid attacks the nervous system in the brain
He’s God-blessed – the fearful say possessed by Shatain (Satan)
Nevertheless – my people can’t progress without the gain
So the warriors back strains – steady my drum bangs
The blood, sweat and rain stain as the reservoir drains
Bantu march and reclaim the range
(We’re takin over this year…)

For seven generations the plantation was manned by the same fam
Transplanted from foreign lands
Farming’s in the blood transfused from Ol’ Grand
And the roof atop the stilts was built by his hands
The thousand-acre spread yields fields of wheat bran
Of all things to damage the crops – the heat can
So we pray [that] God is merciful if we meet demands
Laid out and well defined in that divine, sweet plan
Originally missionaries settled this span
And legend has it – ever since, fertility began
We can’t complain – even when rain floods the dam
He giveth and he taketh away – the slain lamb
The blood upon the altar’s from the veins of my clan
The sacrifice to remain in the midst of variance
Twice they’ve tried to run out whites who provide grants
Mugabe must be out of his mind to take a stance (like)
These politicians wanna play to advance
Aint no chance for workin’ class to get a piece of finance
Despite the fact sons and daughters break backs to set plants
That we harvest in August underneath the sun’s glance
It’s cold when the clouds roll in over the sand
But it’s – work to do in exchange for few rands
And I aint givin’ it up on no man’s command
God forgive me, but I’ll be goddamned…

All lyrics and music © RA Scion 2004