Biko Live

This song was written for a brave man. A man who wasn't afraid To speak up for the rights of his people, Whatever the cost to himself. For a man Who was arrested, tortured, and killed in a jail In South Africa. For Steven Biko. Bantu Steven Biko. 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. Kill him Mahotella, kill him Mahotella the man Is dead, the man is dead. When I try to sleep at night, I can Only dream in red. The outside world is black and white with only One color dead. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Oh, Biko, Biko, because Biko. Kill him Mahotella, kill him Mahotella 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, Because Biko. Kill him Mahotella, kill him Mahotella the Man is dead, the man is dead. And the eyes of the world are watching Now. Watching now. Watching now. Ha, haaa. Everyone! South Africa! For all those still being tortured. For all prisoners of conscience. For Stephen Biko. What happens now is up to you.