Death of a Freeman

Before the blade of a guillotine falls
Before the head of another black man falls
I'll sing the song of liberty
And die a death of a Freeman
My father was shot for walking in the corn plantation because he looked like a barboon
My sister raped and burnt to death for denying to be taught in a language foreign to her
My brother locked in a coffin alive for his sins
My mom laying on the bottom of the blood river with sinking stones around here neck
There's no freedom for me until my family death are avenged
Truth and reconcilation commissions have done no Justice for me
How do you expect that I forgive someone who made his Paradise on my land and told me my Paradise is in the sky?
When I wear my modiyanyewe and my sister wear here shweshwe dress then it's not acceptable
We have to wear suits and ties to be accepted
They're playing cards on a round table and I'm the legs of the table
They harvest the fruits of my labor
But this time around I'm standing up, all hands on deck, I'm ending the game
Before the blade of a guillotine falls
Before the head of another black man falls
I'll sing the song of liberty
And die a death of a Freeman
For I'm taking back what was stolen from me
I'm taking my humanity and dignity back
Let them call me a barboon all they want
Let them stripe me naked and beat me all they want
But I'll never be one of them
[i]Ke tla apara Kobo
Ke rwale le modiyanyewe
Ke otle tjhoro la motjodi
Ke ikotle sefuba ka hoba motho a motsho[i]
I'll wear my blanket
I'll wear my modiyanyewe (traditional sotho hat)
And whistle the best whistle
And be proud of being black
Before the blade of a guillotine falls
Before the head of another black man falls
I'll sing the song of liberty
And die a death of a Freeman