THE INSTRUMENTALS
AFRICAN SPIRIT
MR. JACKSON
SEE DEM A COME
WHO IS THE ENEMY
BLACK LOYALIST
AFTER WE TALK
REGGAE MUSIC
NIGHTSHIFT
ALLEZ-VOUS DANCER
TELL ME ABOUT THE HALF

THE DUBS
NIGHTSHIFT
REGGAE MUSIC
MR. JACKSON
WHO IS THE ENEMY
AFRICAN SPIRIT
AFTER WE TALK
SEE DEM A COME II
BLACK LOYALIST
ALLEZ-VOUS DANCER
TELL ME ABOUT THE HALF

AFRICAN SPIRIT LYRICS
(F. Cole)

This is to the African child who lives in the ghetto
This is to the African child who lives in the village
If the government don’t care, never lose your heart
If the world don’t care, you never should have any doubt
Cause any obstacles you face, you can conquer
Any tribulation you face, you can conquer

Cause Malcolm has done it, Martin Luther has done it
Mandela has done it, It’s an African spirit

Anytime you think you’re feeling down
Just take some time and start to look around

You’ll see that Garvey has done it
Harriet Tubman has done it
Nkrumah has done it, It’s an African spirit
Mammy Yoko has done it, Nnamdi Azikwe has done it
Bai Bureh has done it, It’s an African spirit

Calling Thomas Peters, cam make we go on dae, and fight
Calling Thomas Peters, cam make we go on dae, survive

There’s an African spirit in the air tonight
There’s a natural mystic in the air tonight

Down in Jamaica, down in Ethiopia
Down in Nigeria, down in South Africa
Can’t you hear me, down in Liberia
Can’t you hear me, down in Mauritania
There’s an African spirit in the air tonight
There’s a natural mystic in the air tonight
Down in Zimbabwe, down in Malawi
Down in a Cameroon, down in a Ghana
Down in America, down in Nova Scotia
Down in Europe, down in Asia

There’s an African spirit in the air tonight
There’s a natural mystic in the air tonight

THE BLACK LOYALIST LYRICS
(F. Cole)

(The Black loyalist]
Should I fight for the Americans, should I fight for the British
It’s a revolutionary war and I’m searching for my freedom
[Run) If I go to the north will my brothers come
(Run) If I go to the north will my sisters come
Our fathers came to this land in a slave ship

Me wan fe go back home, I want my freedom

I went up to Nova Scotia and I heard of a land where blacks could be free
They say create a settlement in Africa, and we’ll call it Sierra Leone

Me wan fe go back home, Black Loyalist, I want my freedom
The people said Thomas Peters, some of us wan go home

Some of we, wan build a new nation, some of us wan go home
Some of we, wan plant our own food,
Some of we, just want to be free, I wanna be free

Black loyalist
I wanna be free Black Loyalist

Let’s build a Freetown, (Black Loyalist)
Let us build a Province of freedom
Let’s build a Freetown, no corruption,

Some of we, wan build a new nation, some of us wan go home
Some of we, wan plant our own food,
Some of we, just want to be free, I wanna be free, Black Loyalist

BLACK LOYALIST II (RAP VERSION) LYRICS
(F. Cole, J. Evans)

(The Black loyalist)
I been known for spitting something forbidden, whether it's written or committed to memory transmitted initially in the form of sound, to break down fog in the mind purify the thoughts and allow it to shine
(Run)

Sick of pollution revolutions on the horizon a war cry led by the voice of a lion, promised me freedom but they move in disguises, placed every man in the hands of Poseidon, they landed upon and island. I am, the product of every slave ship I stand, on earth, both eyes on throne, cause in all reality this is not my home.

Me wan fe go back home, I want my freedom
I went up to Nova Scotia and I heard of a land where blacks could be free
They say create a settlement in Africa, and we’ll call it Sierra Leone
Me wan fe go back home, Black Loyalist, I want my freedom

I am he who shall bring on a multitude of awakenings the dead shall rise day and night to reclaim their pride.
Speaker of lines, using astral signs to align my subliminal mind with the heavenly bodies.
(Some of us wan go home)
I am not seen or heard but felt and tasted, an acquired flavor to some, and to others, naturally consumed, digested, manipulated, and passed on. Transformed into a seasonal storm I am merely trying to warn contenders that they will be torn, and their families will mourn their loss.
(Black Loyalist)
Two thousand five hundred and twenty, twenty-four hour sessions of introspection and dissection of the verbal weapons, sections of brain deadened through a natural selection, then rebirth is witnessed as I incite reflection.

You are new to the game. I claim to have remained the same over the years save for a change in name, present when we first acquired flame I maintain ties to universal knowledge passed down by my predecessors. I transcend the lyrical, progress into spiritual, and address the topic of the poetic miracle seeming spherical I digress when speaking of limited time for there is no end to what's on my mind. As I recline I climb to new heights, searching to find my place in the light though my name contradicts this statement. Elated to do away with thoughts of being under rated, fated to forever be versatile,

Joaquin

Some of we, wan build a new nation, some of us wan go home
Some of we, wan plant our own food,
Some of we, just want to be free, I wanna be free

MR. JACKSON LYRICS
(F. Cole)

(Hey Mr. Jackson wake up)
Mr. Jackson came to an African town
Asking the people for some directions
He say he needs directions to his future
Cause Mr. Jackson’s past is crucial

I was passing by and I saw them
The people gathering round Mr. Jackson
They say they don’t know what has happened
Cause Mr. Jackson looks like Yoruba
Mr. Jackson looks like Mandinga

Mr. Jackson says he comes from Mississippi
Down in the delta his forefathers died
He don’t know his name no more
He don’t know his tribe no more
He don’t know his history no more
So he come for ask Mr. Rootsman

Mr. Rootsman say we need you in America
Mr. Rootsman say we need you in a Canada

He don’t know his name no more
He don’t know his tribe no more
He don’t know his history no more
So he come for ask Mr. Rootsman

Mr. Rootsman say we need you in America
Mr. Rootsman say we need you in a Canada

He don’t know his name no more
He don’t know his tribe no more
He don’t know his history no more
So he come for ask Mr Rootsman

Tell me my history now, tell me the truth

SEE DEM A COME LYRICS
(F. Cole)

People get for tell me cause I nor understand
Everywhere me go me just a see Africans
(Killing themselves and using the children)

See dem a come, everywhere me look the people fire big gun
Dropping their bomb and them shoot dem long gun
Yes dem dae cam for destroy our nation

People get for tell me cause I nor understand
Everywhere me go me just a see Africans
(Killing themselves and using the children)
Killing innocent in the name of Islam
Charles Taylor calls himself a Christian
(Fighting their wars and using the children)

(Oooh see dem a coming)

People get for tell me why we nor dae join hand
Whether black man or you be a white man
(Come everyone we haf fe love our children)
People get for tell me why we nor dae join hand
Whether Islam or you be a Christian
(Or Rastaman we haf fe love our children)

(Oooh see dem a coming)
I say I see dem a come, see dem a come for me in the morning
I say I see dem a come, see dem a come for me in the evening
See dem a coming lord, see dem a coming oh
(See dem a come for destroy our children)
(See dem a come for destroy our children)

I say I see dem cry, I say I see them die, I say
(See dem a come for destroy our children)
(See dem a come for destroy our children)
I say I hear their cry, I say I see them die, I say
(See dem a come for destroy our children)

See dem a coming lord, see dem a coming oh
[See dem a come for destroy our children] –repeat

SEE DEM A COME II (RAP VERSION) LYRICS
(F. Cole, J. Evans)

Feel my pride, evident from my afro centricities
Filled with the poet’s epiphany
The jazz player's one-man symphony
And the painter's masterpieces lost to history
The key word is his story cause in my memory I see shimmering images
(Killing themselves and using the children)

See dem a come, everywhere me look the people fire big gun
Dropping their bomb and them shoot dem long gun
Yes dem dae cam for destroy our nation

Every day I see the sun rise
Every day I see my son die
Why me could it be as I cry
Every tear that falls one more flies
(Killing themselves and using the children)

Pass by the result of a sin
Who becomes dust in the wind
Whether Muslim or Christian
We live on through our children.
(Fighting their wars and using the children)

And we, steady killing em off
The time lost will cost us in the end
We all feel pain subject to chains regardless of our skin see
(See dem a coming, see dem a coming)

From Africans holding easels to the breaking of shackles
To black people overcoming evils down to this Negro with an afro
(See dem a coming, see dem a coming)

People get for tell me why we nor dae join hand
Whether black man or you be a white man
(Come everyone we haf fe love our children)
People get for tell me why we nor dae join hand
Whether Islam or you be a Christian
(Or Rastaman we haf fe love our children)

See dem a come, I will not run, fear no man, fear no gun
I come from the father with a message from the first son
(See dem a coming, see dem a coming)

See I'm alive and free, can't pay me, enough to leave my family
I plan to be the one standing, when all around me is failing.
(See dem a coming, see dem a coming)

My words are not meant to cause tension between the races
See in this case the point is that as we look upon these faces
We are in a place where Blacks, Whites, Hispanics, and Asians
All come together in congregation on a regular basis
Something that we've been chasing for ages
Our story was illustrated in a manner that some would call tasteless
my frustration is based in, a misrepresentation, and a lack of recognition

See dem a coming lord, see dem a coming oh
(See dem a come for destroy our children)

I say I see dem cry, I say I see dem die, I say
(See dem a come for destroy our children)
I say I hear their cry, I say I see dem die, I say
(See dem a come for destroy our children)

See dem a coming lord, see dem a coming oh
(See dem a come for destroy our children), vampire

WHO IS THE ENEMY/AFRICAN MAFIA LYRICS
(F. Cole)

I say free me, I say free me from this colonial state
I say free me, I say free me from these psychological games
Sometimes dem use us, abuse us
And now dem wan cam confuse us
They point their fingers to foreign lands
But who is the enemy? Who is the enemy

I say free me, I say free me from this colonial state
I say free me, I say free me from these psychological games
Sometimes dem use us, abuse us
And now dem wan cam confuse us
They point their fingers to foreign lands
But who is the enemy? Who is the enemy

I’m talking to African people,
I’m talking to African leaders who use their people and abuse their nations

Sometimes your brother is the enemy
Sometimes your sister is the enemy
Hear what I say we are fighting in most African states
Hear what I say we are killing one another

Thief, we diamond you thief (African Mafia)
Thief, we gold you thief, (African Mafia)
Thief, we money you thief (African Mafia)
Akata, thief

Sometimes your brother is the enemy
Sometimes your sister is the enemy
Hear what I say we are fighting in most African states
Hear what I say we are killing one another

Thief, we diamond you thief (African Mafia)
Thief, we gold you thief, (African Mafia)
Thief, we money you thief (African Mafia)
Akata, thief

REGGAE MUSIC LYRICS
(F. Cole, L. Brown, J. Evans)

That’s how we do it, reggae music sound so sweet yeah up new lane on all the street, Shabaka sound, Sprouti, easy Joaquin, Right away

We’re playing reggae music yeah, for you and me
Right away, Shabaka sounds, tell them

Listen, the people are dancing to this reggae music
They are captivated by the sound
The women are jamming to this reggae rhythm
It’s just something you can’t get around

We’re playing reggae music yeah, for you and me

Rhythm a build in a de studio non stop smoking,
Grade so high me tell you no non stop choking
Girls dem love we cause dem say dat we have the token
For whenever dem want or dem need a toke in
Man a strictly vegetarian me nor eat no pork thing
King Selassie I me tell you black man own king

You can feel that hit the track with the fire, matter fact play it back burn the wire, these words coming from the messiah, spitting truth in the booth me no liar, get higher with this reggae music. why fight this beat it's useless, making history got the roots mixed with a little bit of hip hop we producing something new for y'all to listen to it gets deeper, switch up the tempo for a second we be wrecking your speakers and I know, every time we spit these lines our energy leaves us but it's a minor price to pay for reggae music and divas c'mon
The people are coming tonight to the city
Shabaka is jamming tonight in the club
There’s no cover charge for all of the women
Cause tonight I’m gonna give you some love
I say, tonight I’m gonna give you some dub

We’re playing reggae music yeah, for you and me

NIGHTSHIFT LYRICS
(F. Cole, L. Brown, J. Evans)

Right away, Shabaka sounds, letting dem know we run around, east, west, north and south, tell dem bounty, you see red gold and green, Sprouti dae pon the scene, so

Beware, people I will tell you everywhere
Shabaka take over the Nightshift
We tell them again and again and again,
Shabaka take over the nightshift

Nightshift was the coolest club in the town
All of the youths dem just haf fe gather round
and dance to this roots man music,

Some people work 2 to 10 we stuck with it 10 to 6
But every night before the job me haf fe get me lift
By hailing king Selassie I and draw mi chalice
Give thanks fi reality cause dis nar no magic, so

Beware people I will tell you everywhere
Shabaka take over the Nightshift
We tell them again and again and again,
Shabaka take over the night shift

Vice versa Sprouti Brown go hustle from 9 to 5
Early in nar the morning fe me family survive
Run up and down Queen hill before the sunrise
Physically me fit and musically inclined
Who nor go hear me first tune dem a go hear me this time
Because I’m one from two from the three point line
Jah in nar me subconscious a ponsimella pon me mind we gonna rip up the place and tell him it is mine, right away

AFTER WE TALK LYRICS
(F. Cole, N. Medina)

Take a look in the mirror, tell me what you see
Do you see riches or poverty
Do you see one who walks in the light
Or do you walk in the cover of the night
Are you truthful are you sincere
Or are you someone who just don’t care
Do you say that I love you
When love is the furthest thing from the truth

I want to be, I wanna be that special song in your soul
(After we talk I wanna be)
I want to be that one who takes your breath away
I want to be that one that gives you all
I want to be the one who takes your breath away

I want a woman who can talk about the universe, (take a look)
I want a woman who can explore my mind, (take a look)
I want a woman who understands what it is to be free
I want a woman who really loves me
And after we talk we can do the poom poom
After we talk, we can do the poom poom

I want to be, I wanna be that special song in your soul
(After we talk I wanna be)
I want to be that one who takes your breath away
I want to be that one that gives you all
I want to be that one that takes your breath away

I want a woman who can talk about the universe (take a look)
I want a woman who can explore my mind (take a look)
I want a woman who understands what it is to be free
I want a woman who really loves me
And after we talk, we can do the poom poom
After we talk, we can do the poom poom
After we talk, we can do it in the morning, we can do it (take a look)
We can do it, in the evening, we can do it (take a look)

ALLEZ-VOUS DANCER LYRICS
(F.Cole)

People tell me about my sound,
Cause there’s no one like me around
Sometimes they ask me where I’m from
I’m from the land of the talking drum

My music makes you sing (allez vous dancer)
It makes you dance in the middle of the day
My music makes you shout (allez vous dancer)
It takes your troubles and throws them away

People feel it, that I know
Cause tonight I’m gonna put up a show
The girls are dancing to the beat
And everybody has to move their feet

My music makes you sing (allez vous dancer)
It makes you dance in the middle of the day
My music makes you shout (allez vous dancer)
It takes your troubles and throws them away

It takes your pain and wipes it out
It takes your feelings and lifts them up
It’s so hypnotic, I’m in a trance
There is nothing you can do but dance
There is nothing you can do but move
Cause we are stuck in this African groove
My music makes you tingle deep inside
It makes the dead feel like they’re alive

My music makes you sing (allez vous dancer)
It makes you dance in the middle of the day
My music makes you shout (allez vous dancer)
It takes your troubles and throws them away

TELL ME ABOUT THE HALF LYRICS
(F. Cole)

(Tell me about the half that’s never been told)

Make I tell you about Babylon
If you nor know I say you own done done
Dem dae try fe rape we mind
Using dem media propaganda all the time

(In the news) tell me what the Africans do
(In the news) tell me what the black man do

(Chase am chase am so) for the half that’s never been told

Everywhere you go, everywhere you see
Me turn around a Babylon a bother me
Cause dem wan put Africans in bad light
Never showing things that Africans do right

(In the news) tell me what the Africans do
(In the news) tell me what the black man do

(Chase am chase am so) for the half that’s never been told

Tell me about the half that’s never been told
Tell me about the secrets that have never been revealed
Tell me about the history that has never been told
Tell me about the chapters that have never been revealed
We Africans, we all Africans
Some of them call us Americans
Someone dem call us Sierra Leoneans,
We Africans, we all Africans

I wan tell you if you come from Jamaica
I wan tell you if you come from Colombia
I wan tell you if you come from England or Germany
I wan tell you if you come from Asia you mind haf fe free

ALBUM THANKS AND PRAISES

I must give thanks to God in all his glory for endowing us with powers of creation – the power to create things that can touch our very soul like music, art and theatre. I have to thank everyone who has touched me along the way, have shown me love and given me spiritual, emotional and material support over the years. Thank you . . .

Mom, Dad, Margarette, Magnus and Lani – thanks for your support; you have always been there for me and I love you very much.

My children – Majeb, Nnamdi and Shaquira. You guys have been a source of my strength, especially during trying times. I guess the love of music is in the genes. Shaquira, don’t worry Shabaka is no longer on vacation (LOL). I love you guys very much. Hi Banja, I love you too…..

My Niece Ashade and Nephews Siaka and Emeka. I love you guys

Nannette Johnson you have been both a good friend and supporter and I appreciate all you do. Thank You.

Fraserfraze and Azalea. You’re a genius man. I appreciate the confidence you’ve had in me.

Adrian Fraser aka Netty - We have come a long way. Your talent is amazing and your heart is gold.

Tanash, my very good friend and brother, I thank you for always supporting me and believing in my music. Your abilities are phenomenal. You are the best musician that I’ve ever met.

Michelle Stubblefield, it seems like I’ve known you for ages. Thanks for your help

Amy Greene, what would have happened if you didn’t come on vacation? I love you. Thanks for your support

Desmond Bishop and Donald George, you guys inspired me. I wish you the best on the Amistad project

Sierra Leone, my country, I love you very much. It is now time to move forward and create a bright future for the next generation. You are a beautiful place with beautiful people and endowed with enormous wealth. Let’s stop this foolishness and create the foundation for a prosperous future. Let’s end the wars, corruption and tribal divisions forever.

Amen

ALBUM CREDITS

All the songs written and arranged by Freddy Cole Shabaka
Drums, Bass and keyboards performed and programmed by Freddy Cole Shabaka and Tanash
Music edited by Tanash
Guitars – Tanash
Percussion – Jokubas Zirkus, Tanash, Osman “Tolo” Thomas, Shabaka
Harmonica on Mr. Jackson - Jokubas Zirkus
Trumpet - Zak Smith, Trombone - Dan Haverstock, Sax - Vince Norman
Background Vocals – Faith Jordan, Folashade Olajide, Ebony Bankole ,
Armand Ntep on “Tell Me Bout the Half,” Lemonte Busch on “Black Loyalist”
Guest Artists - Nyl Medina on “After We Talk”, Joaquin Evans on “Black Loyalist,” “See Dem a Come,” “Reggae Music,” and “Nightshift,” Leo Brown aka Sprouti on “Nightshift” and “Reggae Music”

Produced by Freddy Cole Shabaka and Tanash
Recorded and Mastered at Lion and Fox Recording Studios
Engineered by Jim Fox
Executive Producer Freddy Cole Shabaka

CD Design - Adrian Fraser aka “Netty”
Website Design – Chad Lundy for World Class Jax, Jacksonville Web Design
Music Video Production -Fraserfraze
Photography - Roy Cox Photography Studios
Copyright - Frederick Cole/Shabaka Sounds 2007
Published Frederick Cole (BMI) 2007