"Zaire74" written by Alafia Long "POKAFASE"
Way down in the jungle deep
A dignified man laid a giant one to sleep
They dubbed him clay but we loved him Muhammad
Or should I say comet those don’t come around often
See Ali’s wit was like using stone to soften
The blows he knows will glance off him
Its been about four years since they tried to cut him down equal
For refusing to go abroad to slaughter brown people
From that moment on he would float like a butterfly
To his own brown people symbolize hope like another guy
You may know....
Clay though....clay though in the ring was like play dough
Prophetic what round MUHAMMAD need I say mo’
When he talked people listened when he smiled so did we
Told Cosell “I made you!” we knew it so did he
Then along came a King some would say of the worst
Offered the pretty people’s champion a belt and a purse
Said he’d hire a foreman and they’d build up a fight
And a platform from which they could show off their might
Long story short story long a fight with no money behind it
quickly became an epic clash of titans the times would define it
So when Ali announced the event made mention of the monster
who'd slayed Frazier and Norton and rounded up right white sponsors
We listened....
as he flamboyantly said a Rumble in the Jungle is the name
and somehow remained as humble as a mumble in the same
a divine fight it was to be black as night lacking
no heart as it's pit up against black with white backing
Muhammad was the heart of black America embedded
in a bull horn....it was broken needed healing he said it
with his eyes his words our spirit unbroken
all those ass-whippins our strength that was better unspoken
either way they listened....
there were two kings that All Hallows Eve “74”
in Zaire the night air being all they might share
and that could be sliced and it was by the cries
Ali BUM – AYE Ali KILL HIM it dies
tonight what he represents the man and his lies
America, its flag, the hatred it denies
Ali BUM – AYE Ali kill him he scoffs
at what this means to us what this moment costs
he listened....
The right hand lead, the turnbuckle waltz
was a start but the giant kept cutting him off
and the world was in awe as the greatest of all time
appeared to have righteously rhymed his last rhyme
then as if he were brick he stood steadfast in stance
and absorbed every blow he would no longer dance
when close he would taunt “is that all you've got”
as if echoing black sentiments to a white-washed prop
he would prove that no matter what Goliath threw he could take it
two nations of blacks on his back couldnt break it
the giant began to weaken beneath the weight of Muhammad
and the millions of hopes that he carried
Ali emerged from his clinches unscathed
and slipped what tired blows he couldnt parry
he'd sting like a bee you could tell by the swelling
any whince im convinced was dronwed out by the yelling
five punches later with Zaire on its feet
and Black America on the edge of its seat
There stood hope with his hands in the air
the world to pass judgment on how the rope a dope fared
Ali BUM AYE Ali did and its done
For on this night he fought but all in all WE WON
He is the Greatest of All Time because he told, then showed us he was. Who are we to refute it.
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