This song was written 
for a very brave man.

A man who preached
non-violence,

in a state which has racism
enshrined in its constitution.

A man who was 
imprisoned, tortured,

and killed in a jail 
in South Africa.

This is for Steven Biko.

September '77

Port Elizabeth weather fine

It was business as usual

In police room 619

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead -

The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night

I can only dream in red

The outside world is black and white

With only one color dead

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead -

The man is dead

You can blow out a candle

But you can't blow out a fire

Once the flames begin to catch

The wind will blow it higher

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko

Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- The man is dead -

The man is dead

And the eyes of the world

Are watching now

Watching now

Watching now

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Everyone!

Oh, oh, oh, oh

For all of those still in jail
in South Africa

Oh, oh

For all those
still being tortured

Oh, oh, oh, oh

For all prisoners
of conscience

Oh, oh, oh, oh

For Steven BIko

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh