Lyrics: FATIMA WASHINGTON
Music: FATIMA WASHINGTON/Kamasi Tii Washington/ Kamasi music
I am Others and they are me
Hunted by masks, Not thieves
Dig deep in the dwell of wine, guilt of the seeds
He Speaks and raises his glass
And drinks to, shadows of enslaved
As, we fall like all the Coloured leaves
I am others and they want me
See life as it serves me
Behind, curtain are stories, scripted in veil
The sound, of standing ovation
That too will soon fade, and become just a memory