Ja Baas
Ek kom baas
Like little children my people sang
As the white man beat on them
He beat on them emotionally
Beat on the physically
Yet they still thanked him
Thanked him for kicking them when they were down
Dankie baas vir die Klein geld
For the days away from my children
The times you called me a kaffir
And spat in my face
Took it in like robots
Lapped it up like dogs
Thinking they would never rise
But rise they did.
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