Mattafix The Forgotten

Vacuum. Not even a court room. Just me in a small room, that has become a tomb.

Converted. Disadvantaged. Nothing granted. Will they ever get my message?

And how soon will I have to think when allowed to? Lonely in this commune.

Given away. Giving them names. I hoped you were with me. The world is far too busy now.

The nation has forgotten me.

Several times severed lines which means,

Patience with hypocracy.

Only misery.

Severed ties, several lies over me.

Right over me, right over me.

Justice is but a promise from the dishonest. Where do I stand in all this?

So long they have chosen even my opinions, while I remain forgotten.

I’m evading the main thing. Frozen but ageing, while I’m left debating.

Whether or not I’m worth a lot. To waste away. To have another say now.

The nation has forgotten me.

Several times severed lines which means,

Patience with hypocracy.

Only misery.

Severed ties, several lies over me.

Right, right over me, right, right over me.

Oh, over me.

But wait, wait nah man.

I ever show you de scene when babylon come approach me?

Man, ah long story dat you know.

You see when dem wha come fight yo down fi di wrong ting,

And nah protect dem end?

A sign of struggle you know, a sign of struggle partner,

Hol on.

The nation has forgotten me.

Several times severed lines which means,

Patience with hypocracy.

Only misery.

Severed ties, several lies over me.

The nation has forgotten me.

Several times severed lines which means,

Patience with hypocracy.

Only misery, only misery.

Severed ties, several lies over me.

Right, right over me, right over me.

Mattafix Impartial

Did I ever call for your fame?

Why do we fight in your name?

Is it really true that you’re there?

Do you ever answer my prayers?

We are calling for change,

Why don’t you come back again?

Why do you spread love uneven?

This is not what I believe in.

Do I have the right,

To write this down?

Without heresy pointing a finger at me.

Rights?

We don’t have no more.

In this catastrophe,

Of a 21st century war.

Did I ever call for your fame?

Why do we fight in your name?

Is it really true that you’re there?

Do you ever answer my prayers?

We are calling for change,

Why don’t you come back again?

Why do you spread love uneven?

This is not what I believe in.

Turn and let your gaze burn over yonder,

A young man stern with the hunger,

Who never puts asunder,

The late night thoughts and the wonder.

Writing is a lightening speech is a thunder.

Kid, I’m misinterpreted like a Marxist.

The scared will ask this,

Impartial vocabulary martial artist.

Practice verbal Ti-Chi and pilates.

Da Linguist, the proper opportunist.

Quick to drop a new list of rhymes which revue this,

Right wind stifling that we’re suffering,

Far from enlightening it’s frightening usher in,

A new type of verbal well being.

As your talks are warped by a canopy of entropy,

Enter the Linguist who eventually,

With a dismaying display of rhyme slaying advances.

The impartial vocabulary martial artist.

Did I ever call for your fame?

Why do we fight in your name?

Is it really true that you’re there?

Do you ever answer my prayers?

We are calling for change,

Why don’t you come back again?

Why do you spread love uneven?

This is not what I believe in.

Do I have the right,

To write this down?

Without heresy pointing a finger at me.

Rights?

We don’t have no more.

In this catastrophe,

Of a 21st century war.

Did I ever call for your fame?

Why do we fight in your name?

Is it really true that you’re there?

Do you ever answer my prayers?

We are calling for change,

Why don’t you come back again?

Why do you spread love uneven?

This is not what I believe in.

Did I ever call for your fame?

Why do we fight in your name?

Is it really true that you’re there?

Do you ever answer my prayers?

We are calling for change,

Why don’t you come back again?

Why do you spread love uneven?

This is not what I believe in.

Mattafix Memories Of Soweto

Memories of,

Memories of Soweto.

Sing whoa,

From London to Soweto,

A street soul in the ghetto.

Back from the West Indies,

When I’m in the city let my mind echo,

Memories of Soweto.

And anywhere that we go,

I’m letting you know,

The walk of a Street Soul.

Look man,

I was born there.

I mean bred there.

I mean without the bread.

Viva was all I had.

The people sang Amandla and the streets were red.

Liberation was a dream that we never had.

As I took a back seat on my mumma’s back,

And I looked over the shoulder and saw the hurt.

Mumma let me kill this song for you,

After all this years this is Uhuru.

I stepped off a jet plane I’m in S.A once again,

With the faces of change and the feelings’ the same.

And the lines on my hands are as free as this land.

But it wasn’t always so,

Still reminds me of home.

Mumma let me kill this song for you,

After all this years this is Uhuru

Sing whoa

Sing whoa

Sing yeah.

What our memories in times of,

Inspired I exemplify.

Mattafix Passer By

She said no words when I chose to stand away…

In the background of my mind when the sun rose I chose the shade…

Never wanted, never needed all the priceless things to say…

But I know that time alone was overdue…I know time alone was overdue, overdue…

At times rock stone is the only bed that’s made

So I have the faith come what will,

Come what may…

Passer by in pain

She read those words that I chose to throw her way…

And the times they were laden with hesitation that I made…

And if you’re ever my endeavour once again then I’ll be changed…

But I know that it ain’t so my hope refrains…My hope refrains, rafrains.

At times rock stone is the only bed that’s made

So I have the faith come what will,

Come what may…

Passer by in pain

At times rock stone is the only bed that’s made

So I have the faith come what will,

Come what may…

And when I rise alone

It don’t feel the same

So I have the faith come what will,

Come what may…

Passer by in pain

Mattafix Separate Ways

So strange and vast the space between us,

I never knew of Mars and Venus until now,

I… thought whole world revolved around us…

You and I with paint and canvas, words and standards,

And yet, somehow, it never came to pass,

So broad were the shoulders that lift and carry others,

And so narrow were the minds of lovers,

And we were like the fables, lifted from the pages of the Middle Ages,

But what was our has faded,

Still, we turn gazes into paintings and feelings into words and phrases,

So strange and vast, the space between the present and the past,

Tell me what you want is it what your said and what you mean?

We were feeling daze when first we heard the phrase,

Go out separate ways…

Go out separate ways…

Go out separate ways…

Mattafix Angel On My Shoulder

You cannot be certain,

You cannot be sure.

All those times that I took for granted left me wanting more.

Now that I’ve awoken,

I’m ready to adore

Though my heart is broken I’m wiser than before.

Won’t somebody tell me where is love?

I know when I see her face,

She will soon replace the pain that I’ve uncovered.

Where is Love?

And why does it hurt so much?

And will I measure up if I get to hold her?

The angel on my shoulder.

You can be disheartened,

Made a fool again.

You can’t see the future,

And who knows how this ends.

Now I hear you calling,

The dance has just begun.

Head and heals I’m falling are you gonna be the one?

Won’t somebody tell me where is love?

I know when I see her face,

She will soon replace the pain that I’ve uncovered.

Where is Love?

And why does it hurt so much?

And will I measure up if I get to hold her?

The angel on my shoulder.

Tell dem already but we tell dem again.

Tell dem already but we tell dem again,

How she left me and she gaan her way.

She left me and she gaan her way.

Tell dem already but we tell dem again.

Tell dem already but we tell dem again,

How she left me and she gaan her way.

She left me and she gaan her way.

Won’t somebody tell me where is love?

I know when I see her face,

She will soon replace the pain that I’ve uncovered.

Where is Love?

And why does it hurt so much?

And will I measure up if I get to hold her?

The angel on my shoulder.

She left me and she gaan her way.

She left me and she gaan her way.

The angel on my shoulder.

She left me and she gaan her way.

She left me and she gaan her way.

Mattafix Older

All I wanted was to

Live without the

Middleman

All you needed was a

Chance to say, “I told you so”

When you’re cold and

Battered all you want

Is to know you matter

To someone

I had to throw away all

The plans we made and

Now these days

With marks against my

Shoulders I feel like

I’m older than I am

All I want right now

Is to be my own child.

Do you think it makes

Me a better man just

Mo know I can be

Alone a while?

I had to throw away

All the plans we made

And now these days

With marks against my shoulders I feel like

I’m older than I am

Mattafix Living Darfur

See the nation through the people’s eyes,

See tears that flow like rivers from the skies.

Where it seems there are only borderlines

Where others turn and sigh,

You shall rise [x2]

There’s disaster in your past

Boundaries in your path

What do you desire when lift you higher?

You don’t have to be extraordinary, just forgiving

Those who never heard your cries,

You shall rise [x2]

And look toward the skies.

Where others fail, you prevail in time.

You shall rise.

(You may never know,

If you lay low, lay low) [x4]

You shall rise [x3]

Sooner or later we must try… Living

(You may never know,

If you lay low, lay low) [x4]

See the nation through the people’s eyes,

See tears that flow like rivers from the skies.

Where it seems there are only borderlines

Where others turn and sigh,

You shall rise [x4]

(You may never know,

If you lay low, lay low) [4x]

Sooner or later we must try… Living

Mattafix Cool Down The Pace

Went to a dance last Saturday night.

I was feeling tipsy and the mood was right.

Sight a little daughter and ah step in a de corner.

Cause I feel like dancing all night.

But I told her,

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

Your dubbin it too fast for me.

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

That’s not how it should be.

I told her to try.

I don’t know why.

She keep on trying but she can’t.

And so she do it how she want.

And so I told her,

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

Your dubbin it too fast for me.

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

That’s not how it should be.

And I told her,

Cool down, cool down.

I told her,

Cool down, cool down.

Went to a dance last Saturday night.

I was feeling tipsy and the mood was right.

Sight a little daughter and ah step in a de corner.

Cause I feel like dancing all night.

And so I told her,

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

Your dubbin it too fast for me.

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

That’s not how it should be.

She said she would try.

She just don’t know why.

She keep on trying but she can’t.

And so she do it how she want.

And so I told her,

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

Your dubbin it too fast for me.

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

That’s not how it should be.

And I told her,

Cool down, cool down.

I told her,

Cool down, cool down.

Cool down, cool down.

She said she would try.

I don’t know why.

She keep on trying but she can’t.

And so she do it how she want.

But I told her,

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

Your dubbin it too fast for me.

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

That’s not how it should be.

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

Your dubbin it too fast for me.

Cool down the pace for me little woman.

That’s not how it should be.

Mattafix Shake Your Limbs

Shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems

mek we know where we going shake ya limbs to da

rhythms hymns and poems shake ya limbs to da

rhythms hymns and poems mek we know where we going

shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems

work it out and they say they’re

trying to work it out but they don’t know

just how or why and it really seems preordained

and my friends are far away and I wonder if they’re ok

and I wonder if the times have changed

and I thought that I saw your face

are you safe shake ya limbs to da

rhythms hymns and poems mek we know where we going

shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems

from the beginning there was war and sinning

and it seems like nothing has changed

bombs are dropping on iraq and lebanon

it’s like vietnam all over again days ago a bredrin that I know

tell me dat he cyan tek no more bombs are dropping

on iraq and lebanon and everywhere

it seems like war and they say they’re

trying to work it out but they don’t know

just how or why and it really seems preordained

and my friends are far away and I wonder if they’re ok

and I wonder if the times have changed

and I thought that I saw your face

are you safe from now on

I’m not fighting fair it’s guerilla warface

it’s been 400 years of my people’s tears

I’m like shaka with a hungry spear

asilwe ke ng’fikile ke mina ng’uqhaqha ‘maqinso

ubaba ung’biza ucath’impi ubhambhatha ka manciza

lo ongijoja ngomkhonto once a slave and now a brave

I got my army in the cave asilwe ke ng’fikile ke

and they say they’re trying to work it out

but they don’t know just how or why

and it really seems preordained and my friends are far away

and I wonder if they’re ok and I wonder

if the times have changed and I thought

that I saw your face are you safe

and they say they’re trying to work it out

but they don’t know just how or why

and it really seems preordained and my friends are far away

and I wonder if they’re ok and I wonder

if the times have changed and I thought

that I saw your face are you safe

shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems

mek we know where we going shake ya limbs to da

rhythms hymns and poems shake ya limbs to da

rhythms hymns and poems mek we know where we going

shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems

I don’t wanna see you fail I don’t wanna see you

hurt at all see you fail I don’t wanna see you fail

I don’t wanna see you hurt at all see you fail