Caveman: Son Of A Caveman

Caveman Black Pearl by Narrator Jahmala Downer by lyrics Jah Lion Music Production Wazir Wiz Music : Afro beats Spectrum Wave Publishing Copyright@2026A rhythm for the ages, from Jah Lion Music, thanks for the lyrics. From the broken street, a rhythm born in stone,Here comes a perfect Storm From the apocalypseA man without a face dress in white ; Riding his white horse A course, He delivers a warning: Once was a blessing, It became a man's curse . While the heartbeat primal, brutal, and alone.There stalks a figure, known to all as Kane,Whose very name translates to acid rain.Citizen Kane, they whisper, with a curse,He rides the city like a phantom hearse.Hands over fist, he takes and never asks,A sculptor carving masks from broken tasks.He doesn’t know a better way to be,For he is what the concrete womb sets free.He is the son, the son of a caveman.The lineage is written in his hand.No clever strategies, no clever guise,Just fire in the narrow of his eyes.The name of his game? A treacherous design—To lie, to kill, to steal, to cheat is the bottom line.He jumps the fences, cuts the corners clean,A feral engine, mean and ever-mean.The worst part of him was, in fact, his best:A conscience never stirred within his chest.He shows no shame beneath the city’s lamp,A predator who feeds upon the camp.What do you expect from dust and wrath?He is nothing but the son of a caveman’s path.