Songtexte Cape Coast To Ja - Culture

In Jamaica we call it dungee
But the British man him call it dungeon
That them sanction

If you saw what took place
Down 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
Black man 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 the dungeon
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
(And me no want no benefit)
Give me equal rights and justice, me no want no benefit
(And 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, a ya hear me man
All baby born under dat, ya a hear me man)
Man, know yourself now

They refuse to ask me my name upon the slave ship
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 on 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
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?

But if you saw what went down, there in the dungeon
If you saw what went down, there in the dungeon, my Lord...