Biko Live At Blossom Music Centre, Cleveland

September seventy-seven, Port Elizabeth Weather fine. It was business as usual In Police Room six one nine. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Killing my truth, killing my truth. The man is dead, the man is dead. When I try to sleep at night, I Only dream in red. The outside world is black and white with only One color dead. Oh, Biko, Because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Killing my truth, killing my truth. The man is dead, the man is dead. You can blow out a candle, But you can't blow out a fire. Once the flame begin to catch, The wind will blow it higher. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Killing my truth, killing my truth. The man is dead, the man is dead. And the eyes of the world are watching Now. Watching now. Watching now. Hey, hey, hey. Everyone. Hey, hey. For all those still in jail in South Africa. Hey, hey. For all those still being tortured. Hey, hey, hey. For all prisoners of conscience. Hey, hey, hey. For Stephen Biko. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, Hey. What Happens now is up to you. Hey, hey,