Several years after Nelson Mandela got out of prison, he went back to Robben Island where he’d been held for so many years. 


Shabby room but lots of vibes
Photos on the walls of murdered men
Sticky to the touch where the blood ran out
Its coming back again

I was a visitor I paid my dues
I made a gesture to the rusting bars
Solo journey from another land
To feel the man, place and stars

Diamonds in my eyes like a cornered rat
Climbing up the walls to get away
Sisters in the crowd are afraid to speak
Only thing to do is count the days

Sweet diamonds and germinating thoughts
Want to be a king again
No fat key in a rusting lock
Will stop me being someones friend

Gotta have some rhythm in my dried out skin
Got to have a road to face
Noones gonna trap me when I get outta here
The people will relate