I want to tell you, my brother,
A little piece of black history,
Of our history, gentleman,
And it goes like this…
Uh! In the years
sixteen hundreds (1600s),
When the tyrant ruled
The streets of Cartagena,
That history was alive then.
When here, those slave traders came,
Africans in chains
Kissed my land,
Perpetual slavery
Let Salome say it.
Uh, let him give it to you.
He’s here, he’s here.
An African married couple,
Slaves of a Spaniard,
He treated them very badly,
And he hit his black woman