Caveman
Black Pearl by Narrator
Jahmala Downer by lyrics
Jah Lion Music Production
Wazir Wiz Music : Afro beats
Spectrum Wave Publishing
Copyright@2026
A 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 apocalypse
A 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.
