Bob Marley inlay

Every time I hear the crack of a whip, my blood runs cold...

I remember on the slave ship, how they brutalize the very souls

Today they say that we are free, only to be chained in poverty

Good god, I think it’s illiteracy

It’s only a machine that makes money…

Profound stuff from Bob there - He did also write:

Ooh, yeah. I went downtown, I saw Miss Brown

She had brown sugar, all over her booga-wooga…

Now that is deep