For Tape - Still a Buffalo Soldier Lyrics

Sailing to lands where the landlord is a whip
Where you cannot dream, you can only rot
Nothing though without the big brother’s nod
Buffalo Soldier, that’s what you were made
Chains instead of wings, instead of toys a spade
The course is set, the cage is where you head
Now grab on to your paddle, enough said
I want to bring up children
Peace at mind and soul
Sea gently wash my feet
Sunrise at the shore, Buffalo Soldier
But it’s all worth nothing
If one’s not free at all
The course is set, the cage is where you head
Now grab on to your paddle, enough said
Labor is your goal, fortune is your shame
Think inside the box, play by rules of game
Simplify your mind, keep up with the pace
To win the most primitive annual race
Buffalo Soldier, that’s what you were made
Chains instead of wings, instead of toys a spade