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Culture - Cape Coast to JA lyrics
In Jamaica we call it dungee 
 But the British man him call it dungeon 
 That them sanction. 
 If you saw what took place in Cape Coast dungeon (West 
 Africa) 
 If you saw what took place down in the dungeon 
 Man blood clot up thick. Down in this dungeon 
 Blackman blood turn up thick. Down in this dungeon 
 I can see the sign of torture down in this dungeon (I 
 smell blood) 
 You can smell the smell of stale blood down in th 
 edungeon 
 Nowhere to turn, yet so much in there. 
 Nowhere to sit down. I must be standing (No chair in 
 here) 
 Straight after that, the ship was anchor. 
 They call to a shock away call "man too fit" 
 And nowadays they dress it up a and they no call it 
 benefit. 
 And nowadays Babylon dress it up a and they no call it 
 benefit. 
 (And me no want no benefit) 
 Give me equal rights and justice 
 Me no want no benefit 
 For it's the old strategy they use, down in the 
 dungeon 
 The same dirty old strategy they use down in the 
 dungeon 
 And as for the woman part of it 
 If short like a one foot rule 
 Nobody can stand up. All baby born under dat. (Ya a Culture - Cape Coast to JA - http://motolyrics.com/culture/cape-coast-to-ja-lyrics.html
 hear me man) 
 Man, know yourself now 
 They refuse to ask me my name upson the slave shp 
 Their minds told them to call me nigger and that was 
 the end of it (A who name so?) 
 There is no dignity. You don't know my name (You can't 
 respect I) 
 It take more intelligency to find out my real name. 
 But if you see what went down, down in the dungeon 
 Even in the sea 
 If you see what went on, on the slave ship 
 Even on the journey 
 Man get dead and beaten and them throw him overboard 
 Woman skin never get to deliver their nine month 
 through 
 Children born under the agony of knife 
 Father see children and cannot even own their wives 
 Equal rights and justice stand for all right in the 
 dungeon 
 And yet them rub it off and show me another something 
 Yet them a polish it from my eyes, show me another 
 something 
 So Mr. Chin, how him want him titty 
 Indian men want him Hindustani 
 But them beat our language from you and me 
 What a slavery! What happen to he, she, you and me 
 They beat us in slavery 
 And want us to be quiet under captivity (It can't 
 gwaan so- You mad?) 
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