Black Messiah

I am the Negro black ghost with black chains and a black tie on the top of that white mountain you see there
My bent head and my crooked nose, my big lips and my deep voice on the top of that mountain you know
The humming sound you hear when you come by is the prayor I send to the flies who suck my blood and spare my soul
I am the lord of the mountain you admire
I am the guardian black ghostly god of that rock you fear
I am the manifestation, the impersonation, the flesh of the greatness of ghosts
I am the idea made man
I am the Christ of this land
Run before I do