| Hmm, ayy, ayy, hmm
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| I’m going home when my time come
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| Same place weh di River Nile on
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| Green grass, blue skies and sun
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| Heart a beat like an African drum
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| Ayo, I’m African, although I was born in Los Angeles
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| I gotta get a tat to represent where my family is
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| Get, it’s black skin, black bones, black man
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| From the black planet, black sand, black lamb
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| Back then I woulda been on a ship eating fish
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| Taking weekend trips in the sea to see if I could meet the French
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| Speaking tongues over drums, dancing and singing songs
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| You could see the long, all mother brothers we call
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| Organ, African, I’m back again
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| Like I never left, never did, heaven is Africa
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| I have to show my kids just how old the culture is
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| From California, but I wanna live in Africa
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| Oh, Africa, oh, Africa
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| Oh, Africa, my motherland
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| Ayy, hmm
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| I’m going home when my time come
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| Same place weh di River Nile on
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| Green grass, blue skies and sun
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| Heart a beat like an African drum
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| Africa, mother Africa, home of civilization
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| A cradle, a man kind of birth place of creation
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| Generated from stories, integrated through generations
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| Told by the ancients, you can’t say it’s none greatest
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| Africa, the reign of Egypt, range of my people
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| Disperse through the Earth surface before you could purchase vehicles
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| They greet you on the coast in the boat
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| You can’t believe it, yo, it floats?
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| And you niggas make weapons outta stone?
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| Fuck, you built my homes out the stone too
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| And a statue of me 'cause I wanna be a king to, shoot
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| We could be buddies, we could trade agriculture and riches from different shores
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| But if you ever cross me, then we would go to war
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| You know the Lord Savior Creator
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| He made His humble specially when the Romans tried to take over the jungles
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| So we stopped in the Middle East, we still can’t get no peace
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| Soon as they see a diamond, they wanna slave us for a piece of Africa
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| Hmm, ayy, ayy, hmm
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| I’m going home when my time come
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| Same place weh di River Nile on
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| Green grass, blue skies and sun
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| Heart a beat like an African drum
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| They call me the homo habilis 'cause I created the habitat
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| Before the great homo erectus invaded half the map
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| He would catch a lion, kill it, and put his head on a stick
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| Just to prove to everyone how strong he really is
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| You can say he lives on the most nurturing continent
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| The fruits and vegetables, long rivers, tall mountains
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| Zebras, cheetahs, elephants, panthers, gorillas
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| The vast deserts, hot summers, cold winters
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| Man, the sister brought me back to my genes, African Eve had to teach the
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| mother of agriculture a couple things
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| Like we could speak English, European, Chinese
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| And my continent is the second largest you ever seen
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| Red, black, yellow and green
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| Land man, sun in the trees, the first kings, the first human beings
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| The first everything, afros, cornrows, bald heads and long dreads
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| All said they were all bred in Africa
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| Oh, Africa, oh, Africa
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| Oh, Africa, my motherland
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| Oh, Africa, oh, Africa
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| Oh, Africa, we plan to stand
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| Hmm, ayy, ayy, hmm
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| I’m going home when my time come
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| Same place weh di River Nile on
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| Green grass, blue skies and sun
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| Heart a beat like an African drum
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| Heart a beat, heart a beat
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| Heart a beat like an African drum
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| Heart a beat, heart a beat
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| Heart a beat like an African drum
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| Oh, Africa, oh, Africa
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| Oh, Africa, my motherland
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| Oh, Africa, oh, Africa
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| Oh, Africa, we plan to stand |