The Fable in the Stable

If it wasn't for the fable in the stable

you wouldn't be putting that turkey on your table

You wouldn't be having a beer, ya hear?

It's all very well, casting yer spell 

and telling me that I'm gonna hell.

I believe, Yes I do!

I believe that Jesus was Black

Yes he was born in a sack

And do you know what? he has been back!

but he took to the crack

cos ya see, the three wise men were dealers,

stealers, free wheelers.

They weren't to know that he was God's only son

but it's too late, it's over and done.

Another innocent lost to the drum

of the only begotten bum. 

cos the inner City is no place to be born

when Herod and the Met treat you with scorn.

You don't play to the white man's rules

the class, the corruption, the drug running mules.

August 2011 was the year of our birth

for a few days there was no mirth

Your shops and your tills 

there were no thrills

 in London town

when it was all

going 

down.